My bloodleſſe bodie waxeth chill and colde, And with my blood my life ſlides through my wound, My ſoule begins to take her flight to hell, And ſummones all my ſences to depart: […]

We well suppose that a Minister needs information as to a point which involves the Navy, India, Canada and the bimetallic question.

For so it fell out, that he being deeply in love with a certain Woman, had for his Rival a bawdy serving man, one rather fit to be a Pimp, than an ingenious Amoretto as Marlo conceived himself to be.

You may have heard the old adage about those that have, get, and it is true. . . . The getting started on money-making is the hardest part.