You're new here, so let me lay it down for you. I run a pretty tight ship around here. That's why the students call me the hammer.

And all the while, methought, his voice did swim, As if it drowned in remembrance were Of thoughts which make the moist eyes overbrim: […]

The coffee was bland.

No, sure, I cannot think it, / That he would steal away so guiltylike, / Seeing you coming.