Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe.
What is the city but the people?
The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75
Shall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute 'shall'?
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.