Ne ever is he wont on ought to feed / But todes and frogs, his pasture poysonous, / Which in his cold complexion doe breed / A filthy blood […]
I put ranch dressing on pizza. Please don't hate on me.
[…] from them I go This uncouth errand sole, and one for all My self expose, with lonely steps to tread Th’ unfounded deep […]
The floor-cloth deadened his footsteps as he moved in that direction through the obscurity, which was broken only by the faintest reflected night-light from without.
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