Janday

“Come, thou tortoise!”
― William Shakespeare

“As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed
With raven's feather from unwholesom fen
Drop on you both! A southwest blow on ye
And blister you all o'er!”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“The odor of frying bacon, sausage links, and ham tiptoed on little pig feet all the way to the north end of the second floor. Inevitably, the odor made her simultaneously ravenous and nauseated. She hated the sensation. It reminded her of pregnancy. Every Sunday morning, Leigh-Cheri awoke to a pan of fried fear.”
― Tom Robbins

“Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness!”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest