Certainly," quoth Athelstane, "women are the least to be trusted of all animals, monks and abbots excepted.

He hath a share of man's intelligence, but no share of man's falsehood.

What I have to say is far more important than how long my eyelashes are.

The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.

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.

He who indulges his sense in any excesses renders himself obnoxious to his own reason; and, to gratify the brute in him, displeases the man, and sets his two natures at variance.

Art thou a friend to Roderick?