Demon Possession in Elizabethan England - Page 200

In a vacant gesture the foreman began making rounds during breakfast, glad-handing the men as they sulked over their porridge and coffee, reminding them of their fortitude and stoutheartedness.

[T]here is no such mine, / None; but a gulf of ruin, swallowing gold, not making.

O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear,/ to make an earthquake.