An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance!
Date not the life which thou hast run by the mean of reckoning of the hours and days, which though hast breathed: a life spent worthily should be measured by a nobler line, - by deeds, not years.
There's only one truth about war: people die.
There never was a scandalous tale without some foundation.
Here is the whole set! a character dead at every word.
You shall see them on a beautiful quarto page where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin.