Thither, by harpy-footed Furies haled, / At certain revolutions all the damned / Are brought;

The last thing I want to have to do on a good sunny day is sit in a laundromat and listen to automatic Maytags fill and drain themselves of gallons of water.

[T]he sedate monk's hood lifted its head still higher and looked gloomily and wickedly down on it, while it nodded and kept time to the cuckoo's song, as if it were counting how many days it had to live.

He is so meeke , wife , and merciable , And with his word his work is convenable