“No, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee”
“NOT, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of manIn me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.”
“Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, to comfort thee, though thou art banished.”
“Do not despair, little Alice. Only persist, and thou shalt see, Jane Austen's all in all to thee.”
“I'll come to thee by moonlight,though hell should bar the way.”
“I'll betide thee, say I, and may the Gods, or at least the Athenians, confound thee for a vile citizen and a vile third-rate actor! Read the evidence.”