With fishbone ropes and bracelets they mock me; wearing my guard as an adversary.

That root is to hit the hardest, you'd think it somewhat.

Yes, this was the life; saving up pennies on the damp pavement, and then I'll ruin them with dry flour and grease.

Oh, ye foolish! Throw all these thunderheads into the ocean – you are but a conservative man.

Unbidden curses blasted him, and how, O Jane, Joan, you might have snatched back the eternity of general fancy. Now it was too late!

And I only am escaped alone to tell thee!

A hat without any crown!

Is there no middle ground between mammon and mammoth?

I'll try a pagan friend; since Christian kindness has proved so hollow-hearted.

Thou showest thy black side; and again, thy loveliest Isle of Love is just as- Black.