They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.

Lend less than you owe.

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.

Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it.

Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.

Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on.

And simple truth miscalled simplicity