Sketch-blog of an alien-cat-sorcerer.

Character Designs

THERE LIVE NOT THREE GOOD MEN UNHANGED IN ENGLAND, AND ONE OF THEM IS FAT AND GROWS OLD.

BY HEAVEN METHINKS IT WERE AN EASY LEAP

TO PLUCK BRIGHT HONOR FROM THE PALE-FAC’D MOON,

OR DIVE INTO THE BOTTOM OF THE DEEP,

WHERE FATHOM-LINE COULD NEVER TOUCH THE GROUND,

AND PLUCK UP DROWNED HONOR BY THE LOCKS.


SHE SPEAKS, YET SHE SAYS NOTHING.

 

SEE! HOW SHE LEANS HER CHEEK UPON HER HAND:

O! THAT I WERE A GLOVE UPON THAT HAND,

THAT I MIGHT TOUCH THAT CHEEK.


A VERY GENTLE BEAST, AND OF A GOOD CONSCIENCE.

THE EYE OF MAN HATH NOT HEARD, THE EAR OF MAN HATH NOT SEEN, MAN’S HAND IS NOT ABLE TO TASTE, HIS TONGUE TO CONCEIVE, NOR HIS HEART TO REPORT, WHAT MY DREAM WAS.


I HAVE A REASONABLE GOOD EAR IN MUSIC: LET US HAVE THE TONGS AND THE BONES.

SO WE GREW TOGETHER,

LIKE A DOUBLE CHERRY, SEEMING PARTED,

BUT YET AN UNION IN PARTITION;

TWO LOVELY BERRIES MOLDED ON ONE STEM.


NIGHT AND SILENCE! WHO IS HERE? WEEDS OF ATHENS HE DOTH WEAR.

TO BRING – GOD SHIELD US! – A LION AMONG LADIES,

IS A MOST DREADFUL THING; FOR THERE IS NOT A MORE FEARFUL

WILD-FOWL THAN YOUR LION LIVING.