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“Not knowing, in his misery, for the nonce,
What he was doing, he rushed away at once”
― Chaucer Geoffry Chaucer, Troilus and Criseyde

“Servant: Who is this ill-bred provincial who presumes to profane these private premises with his proximity?

Mnesilochus: Someone who'll take you and your precious poet and perforate your posteriors with his private protuberance.”
― Arisophanes/barrett, The Wasps, The Poet and the Women, The Frogs

“And she seemed to be asleep and dreaming of the joys of Heaven. But in fact she was dead.”
― E.T.A. Hoffmann, The Cremona Violin