She chipmunked her breakfast into a porcelain cheek.

Shall to the world appeare that faith and love be rewarded with mortall disdaine, bent to unendly revenge? Unto revenge? O sweete, on a wretch wilt thou be revenged? shall sue i high Plannets ende to the losse of a worme?

I am supremely confident that when he and I are no longer around to argue the point, the unsingable and unwhistleable first movement of Beethoven's Ninth still will be.

If you were in the rattle too often, you would be labeled a troublemaker. Once that happened, it was virtually impossible to get back into the Navy's good books, and the chances were high that they would find some way to get rid of you.