Murder will out, this my conclusion.
One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I'd guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.
For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.
My house is small, but you are learned men And by your arguments can make a place Twenty foot broad as infinite as space.
Take a cat, nourish it well with milk and tender meat, make it a couch of silk.
Many a true word is spoken in jest