Poetry is an extra hand. It can caress or tickle. It can clench and fight.
To a fair day open the window, but make you ready as to a foule.
Prayer should be the key of the day and the lock of the night.
He that hath not the craft, let him shut up shop.
A discontented man knowes not where to sit easie.
He that commits a fault, thinkes every one speakes of it. [He that commits a fault thinks everyone speaks of it. ]
Thou who hast given so much to me, give me one more thing. . . a grateful heart!
People are trying to prove things. And I probably have that. I probably do. Probably guilty of it, in a way.
No magic. I do believe you might have taken it all with you when you went away.
These are people that don't want to protect the American people. . . [T]hey will do anything, spend all the time and resources they can, to avoid confronting evil.
He hadn't realized yet that Gansey could persuade even the sun to pause and give him the time.