My house is small, but you are learned men And by your arguments can make a place Twenty foot broad as infinite as space.
'My lige lady, generally,' quod he, 'Wommen desyren to have sovereyntee As well over hir housbond as hir love.'
The devil can only destroy those who are already on their way to damnation.
The fields have eyes, and the woods have ears.
Murder will out, this my conclusion.
There's no workman, whatsoever he be, That may both work well and hastily.