To be rhymed to death as is said to be done in Ireland.
Sin is the mother, and shame the daughter of lewdness.
With a tale, forsooth, he cometh unto you; with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney corner.
There needs not strength to be added to inviolate chastity; the excellency of the mind makes the body impregnable.
Fool," said my muse to me. "Look in thy heart and write.
A noble heart, like the sun, showeth its greatest countenance in its lowest estate.