My humour shall not cool: I will incense Page to deal with poison; I will possess him with yellowness, for the revolt of mine is dangerous: that is my true humour.
Mind over matter is magic, I do magic / If you think about it, it'll be over in no time
Hullo, Downe—is that you? said the driver of the vehicle, a young man of pale and refined appearance. Jump up here with me, and ride down to your door.
The other turned a plump, cheery, rather self-indulgent face over his shoulder towards the hailer.
O, good evening, Mr. Barnet—thanks, he said.
… upon getting their hearts right in the sight of God, confident, meanwhile, that then all churchly things would not only be conserved, but gathered into right form.
