The handsome gifts that fate and nature lend us Most often are the very ones that end us.

My house is small, but you are learned men And by your arguments can make a place Twenty foot broad as infinite as space.

First he wrought, and afterwards he taught.

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.

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

He loved chivalrye Trouthe and honour, freedom and curteisye.