Sketch-blog of an alien-cat-sorcerer.

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All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand

When shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly ‘s done,
When the battle ‘s lost and won


A man can die but once

I do now remember the poor creature, small beer

He hath eaten me out of house and home

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown

Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind as man’s ingratitude

True is it that we have seen better days

Can one desire too much of a good thing?

A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.