My house is small, but you are learned men And by your arguments can make a place Twenty foot broad as infinite as space.
The devil can only destroy those who are already on their way to damnation.
Who then may trust the dice, at Fortune's throw?
'My lige lady, generally,' quod he, 'Wommen desyren to have sovereyntee As well over hir housbond as hir love.'
All good things must come to an end.
Filth and old age, I'm sure you will agree, are powerful wardens upon chastity.