If words could kill I would've turned Thanny into a pile of hamberder a thousand times over.

For who so wolde senge a cattes skyn / Thanne wolde the cat wel dwellen in his In For if someone wants to singe a cat’s skin, the cat would rather stay in its house.

God, whose secrets are pervious to no eye.

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