O, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown! The courtier’s, scholar’s, soldier’s, eye, tongue, sword, Th’ expectancy and rose of the fair state […]

The yellow-bearded Mailey, the old warrior, scarred with many combats and eager for more, stood beside his wife, the gentle squire who bore his weapons and nerved his arm.

The baby bird may snuggle with its nestmates for warmth but when food is offered they are strict competitors.

O stay, three lives in one flea spare, Where we almost, yea, more than married are.