I could read it from thy reddened cheek and downcast eye.

Hast learned from the monks, I trow, to fear a woman as thou wouldst a lazar-house.

Out upon them! that they should dishonor their own mothers by such teaching.

A pretty world it would be with all the women out of it." "Heaven forfend that such a thing should come to pass!" said Alleyne.
"Amen and amen! But thou art a pretty lad, and the prettier for thy modest ways.

It is easy to see from thy cheek that thou hast not spent thy days in the rain and the heat and the wind, as my poor Wat hath been forced to do." "I have indeed seen little of life, good dame." "Wilt find nothing in it to pay for the loss of thy own freshness.