And yet this tough impracticable heart / Is govern'd by a dainty-finger'd girl ; […]

His axel-tree, and chariot wheeles, all spatterd with the blood Hurl’d from the steeds houes, and the strakes.

‘But go thy waies to him, and fro me say, / That here is at his gate an errant Knight, / That house-room craves […].’

I gave this nerd a swirlie.