Through dolorous despaire, which she conceyved, Into the Sea her selfe did headlong throw, Thinking to have her griefe by death bereaved.

Mr. Francis Osbaldistone is an innocent man, Rashleigh, said Miss Vernon, and he demands an investigation of the charge against him, and I intend to support him in it. You do, my pretty cousin?—I should think, now, Mr. Francis Osbaldistone was likely to be as effectually, and rather more delicately, supported by my presence than by yours. Oh, certainly; but two heads are better than one, you know.

The only business you have that isn't illegal is your putting out of horribly incoherent, badly misspelled, dickheadedly-indexed pieces of shit you call books, and there OUGHTTA BE A LAW!

There oughta be a law against that.