I am a knave, if I know what to say, What course to take, or which way to resolve. My brain, methinks, is like an hour-glass, ' Wherein my imaginations run like sands, Filling up time; but then are turn'd and turn'd: So that I know not what to stay upon,... Cheveley, Or, The Man of Honour - Page 185 by Baroness Rosina Bulwer Lytton Lytton - 1839 Full view -
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