Mercy surpasses justice.

Yet do not miss the moral, my good men. For Saint Paul says that all that’s written well Is written down some useful truth to tell. Then take the wheat and let the chaff lie still.

Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal.

It is nought good a sleping hound to wake.

One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I'd guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.

Make a virtue of necessity.

The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.