come he slow or come he fast it is but death that comes at last

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.

One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honor or observation.

I will but confess the sins of my green cloak to my grey friar's frock, and all shall be well again.

Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.

God forgive me for having thought it possible that a schoolmaster could be out and out a rational being.

Whose lenient sorrows find relief, whose joys are chastened by their grief.