Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.
For such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, ye're so slight.
Honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast.
My love is thine to teach; teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn. Any hard lesson that may do thee good.
He's a soldier; and for one to say a soldier lies, is stabbing.
If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.