Murder will out, this my conclusion |
Murder will out, this my conclusion |
Nowhere so busy a man as he than he, and yet he seemed busier than he was. |
People can die of mere imagination. |
Seeke out ye goode in everie man, and speke of alle the beste ye can; then wil alle men speke wel of thee and say how kynde of hearte ye bee |
Seeke out ye goode in everie man, and speke of alle the beste ye can; then wil alle men speke wel of thee and say how kynde of hearte ye bee |
She loved right from the first sight |
That if gold rust, what shall iron do?/ For if a priest be foul, in whom we trust,/ No wonder is a lewd man to rust. |
The greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people. |
The guilty think all talk is of themselves |
The guilty think all talk is of themselves |
The life so short, the crafts so long to learn |
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne, the' assay so hard, so sharp the conqueryinge |
The smiler with the knife under the cloak |
The smiler with the knife under the cloak |