Like neuer yet did liuing eie detect; / But likeſt it to an Hyena was, / That feeds on wemens flesh, as others feede on gras.

Mr. Campion appeared suitably impressed and she warmed to him. He was very easy to talk to with those long clown lines in his pale face, a natural goon, born rather too early she suspected.

There's nothing like the life-or-death drama of an X Factor sing-off.

their hearts lie lumpish as a Log that lies in a flash of water seven years together