William Shakspeare.
“The fancy of a moment,—a light and vain one.”
Sir Thomas.
“Thou relievest me; speak it!”
William Shakspeare.
“How could the creatures cast their coarse rank odour thus far?—even into your presence! A noble and spacious hall! Charlecote, in my mind, beats Warwick Castle, and challenges Kenilworth.”
Sir Thomas.
“The hall is well enough; I must say it is a noble hall,—a hall for a queen to sit down in. And I stuffed an arm-chair with horse-hair on purpose, feathers over it, swan-down over them again, and covered it with scarlet cloth of Bruges, five crowns the short ell. But her highness came not hither; she was taken short; she had a tongue in her ear.”
William Shakspeare.
“Where all is spring, all is buzz and murmur.”