If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.
William ShakespeareHere comes Monseiur Le Beau. Rosalind: With his mouth full of news. Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed. Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.
William Shakespeare