I feel my sinews slackened with the fright, and a cold sweat trills down all over my limbs, as if I were dissolving into water.
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
I am devilishly afraid, that's certain; but ... I'll sing, that I may seem valiant.
Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.
Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.