I'll speak in a monstrous little voice.

Can one desire too much of a good thing?

I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.

Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.

I always thought it was both impious and unnatural that such immanity and bloody strife should reign among professors of one faith.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feelings as to sight?