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• Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the ligh
  But oh, she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight....
• Her face is like the milky way i' the sky,-- A meeting of gentle lights without a name.
  -- Sir John Suckling (1609-1641) -- Brennoralt, Act iii...
• High characters," cries one, and he would see Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor e'er will be.
  -- Sir John Suckling (1609-1641) -- The Goblins, Epilogue...
• Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale?
  Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail?...
• Is Death that woman's mate? /Her/ lips were red, /her/ looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold
  Her skin was white as leprosy, The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold....
• To carry a grudge is like being stung to death by one bee.
• Nick of time. -- Sir John Suckling (1609-1641) -- The Gobli
• T is expectation makes a blessing dear; Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it were.
  -- Sir John Suckling (1609-1641) -- Against Fruitio...
• I had this Geography teacher Miss Foster, she took us on a school summer camp trip to the Ganwee.
  I had the tent next to her, right. And in the middle of the night I was woken up by this really weird noise....