I long to hear the story of your life, which must captivate the ear strangely.

“But then I sigh, with a piece of ScriptureTell them that God bids us to do evil…”

“Let him smell his way to Dover!”

“As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushedWith raven's feather from unwholesom fen…”

“Подозрението винаги живее в престъпна душа: на крадеца всеки храст му прилича н…”