I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library.
Life's uncertain voyage.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders At our quaint spirits.
Shall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute 'shall'?
Constant you are, But yet a woman; and for secrecy, No lady closer; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know.