[…] to shun the way, and for an easefull life gathers together to make up a hill a mountain, which in the end turns to a Quagmire, which they that comes into, their feet doth flick fast, which is made up of beastical lust, earth, and of powerish ayre.

I don't give a fuck.

The long, skewerlike dagger flashed and fell. The dealer struggled like a hen, striking his temple on the shelf, and then tumbled on the floor in a heap.

A man should not let his wife work and certainly should not be a “mister mom.”