Boast not of your eyes; it is feared you have Balaam's disease, a pearl in your eye, Mammon's prestriction.

With glittering spangs that did like starres appeare.

I liked the man for his own sake, and even had he promised to turn out a celebrity it would have had no weight with me. I look upon notoriety with the same indifference as on the buttons on a man's shirt-front, or the crest on his note-paper.

You carrying heat?" You saw me unload the pistol, Hugo said. "It's in the waistband. And the kitchen knife. I need that for eating.