I had confessed it all to him; and unrefusingly I placed my lips to his, and spoke his name endearingly.

The movie wound me up emotionally.

[…] John Williamson […] had spent his time and money on a process for transmuting base metals into gold. […] For months his furnace had been kept ablast, and at last the hour of the supreme test had drawn near.

But, if there be, or ever were, one such, / It's past the size of dreaming: nature wants stuff / To vie strange forms with fancy; yet, to imagine / An Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy, / Condemning shadows quite.