Weasels

"Fair was this yonge wyf, and ther-with-al As any wesele hir body gent and smal."

"Night-wand’ring weasels shriek to see him there; They fright him, yet he still pursues his fear."

"A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen As you are toss’d with."

"For once the eagle England being in prey, To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot Comes sneaking and so sucks her princely eggs."

"I can suck melancholy out of a song as a weasel sucks eggs."

"As quarrelous as the weasel."

"“Weasels—and stoats—and foxes—and so on. They’re all right in a way—I’m very good friends with them—pass the time of day when we meet, and all that—but they break out sometimes, there’s no denying it, and then—well, you can’t really trust them, and that’s the fact.”"