I will but confess the sins of my green cloak to my grey friar's frock, and all shall be well again.
I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!
Many a law, many a commandment have I broken, but my word never.
In the name of God!" said Gurth, "how came they prisoners? and to whom?" "Our master was too ready to fight," said the Jester, "and Athelstane was not ready enough, and no other person was ready at all.
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!