Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.

“And then he drew a dial from his poke,And looking with lack-lustre eye,Says ver…”

“Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her fo…”

“Elle aimait la vie, il aimait la mort,Il aimait la mort, et ses sombres promess…”

“I to the world am like a drop of waterThat in the ocean seeks another drop, Who…”