How strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day!
For she belike hath drunken deep Of all the blessedness of sleep.
To leave no interval between the sentence and the fulfillment of it doth beseem God only, the Immutable!
Persecution is a very easy form of virtue.
Plagiarists are always suspicious of being stolen from.
In Shakespeare one sentence begets the next naturally; the meaning is all inwoven. He goes on kindling like a meteor through the dark atmosphere.