Murder will out, this my conclusion.
For in their hearts doth Nature stir them so Then people long on pilgrimage to go And palmers to be seeking foreign strands To distant shrines renowned in sundry lands.
What is better than wisdom? Woman. And what is better than a good woman? Nothing.
A love grown old is not the love once new.
How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.
With emptie hands men may no haukes lure.