"Here cease more questions: Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, and give it way: for I know thou can'st not choose."
"...I have bedimmed the noontide sun, called forth the mutinous winds, and 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault set roaring war..."
"Creeping like a communist, it's knocking at our doors! Turning all our children into hooligans and whores!"
