For he sayeth vnto Moses: I wyll haue mercy on whom I haue mercy, and haue compassion on whom I wyl haue compassion. It is not therfore of the wyller, nother of the runner, but of God the shewer of mercy.

I have a large arrear of letters to write.

I am going to perfect this article.

I had expected to freeze her young – or, rather, middle-aged – blood and have her perm stand on end like quills upon the fretful porpentine, and she hadn't moved a muscle. “Beshrew me,” I said, “you take it pretty calmly.”