“O but," quoth she, "great griefe will not be tould, And can more easily be thought, then said." "Right so"; quoth he, "but he, that never would, Could never: will to might gives greatest aid." "But grief," quoth she, "does great grow displaid, If then it find not helpe, and breedes despaire." "Despaire breedes not," quoth he, "where faith is staid." "No faith so fast," quoth she, "but flesh does paire.""Flesh may empaire," quoth he, "but reason can repaire.”
“Ted, I swear to God, quothe he.”
“Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.”
“Quoth the doorbell with its silence, no comment at this time.”
“What will you have? quoth God; pay for it, and take it.”
“A grave and dark-clad company," quoth Goodman Brown.”