The herbs that have on them cold dew o’ the night Are strewings fitt’st for graves. Upon their faces. You were as flowers, now wither’d: even so These herblets shall, which we upon you strew.

In multiple interviews the International Crisis Group found that “Iraqis relate countless stories of anti-Sunni violence by Security forces despite a nearby U.S. presence […]

He says he's our man, Bildad, said Peleg, he wants to ship. Dost thee? said Bildad, in a hollow tone

ignorant, so far as the usual instruction was concerned