-------------------------------------------------- . Much Ado About Nothing Act 4, Scene 1 . LEONATO: I know not. If they speak but TRUTH of her, . These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honour, . The proudest of them shall well hear of it. . Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, . *Nor age so eat up my INVENTION*, . Nor fortune made such havoc of my means, .
---------------------------------------- http://dev.hil.unb.ca/Texts/EPD/UNB/view-works.cgi?c=mundayan.1112&pos=4 Poet: Anthony Munday Alias: Simon Smell-Knave (1560-1633) A banqvet of daintie conceits. Furnished with verie delicate and choyse inuentions, to delight their mindes, who take pleasure in Musique, and there-withall to sing sweete Ditties, either to the Lute, Bandora, Virginalles
-------------------------------------------------------- . Treasure Island - Robert Louis Stevenson 23 . HISPANIOLA right in the fairway, hardly to be missed. First she loomed before me like a *BLOT* of something yet blacker than *DARKNESS* , then her spars and hull began to take shape, and the next moment, as it seemed (for, the farther I went, the brisker grew the current of the ebb), I