Aliquando et insanire iucundum est.
Aliquando et insanire iucundum est.
Ut sementem feceris, ita metes !
“You can muffle the drum, and you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to sing?”
“By the black rood of Waltham!” he roared, “if any knave among you lays a finger-end upon the edge of my gown, I will crush his skull like a filbert!”