Wolf Hall: Bring Up the Bodies

Anne shoots out of her chair. ‘What, so he can intrigue with her more conveniently?’

‘Her doctors suggest, madam, that she will soon be in her grave, and not able to work you any displeasure.’

‘She would come out of it, flapping in her shroud, if she saw the chance to thwart me.’

One jester does not like to hear of the downfall of another

Faces are not incidental. Our sins are written on them

It has always surprised me that those who are untrustworthy themselves are blind when placing their own trust.

We solve the question by not raising it