They were to be the best of friends from that day on.

By the promptings of religious instinct and principle, our churches have been built and our asylums founded, and charity full-handed has bestowed her lavish gifts upon the unfortunate.

Gloster: Then, Saunder, sit there, the lyingest knave in Christendom.

[…] not that this is strange or anything, I do the same thing myself when I'm IRCing — there're some real weirdos out there roaming the Net […]