“ He banged on the side of the carriage. Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal and low companionship. Cassandra Clare
“ Whither thou goest, I will go;Where thou diest, will I dieAnd there will I be buried:The Angel do so to me, and more also,If aught but death part thee and me. Cassandra Clare
“ I am a man he told her, and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown. Cassandra Clare
“ A maidenhead, the virgin's troubleIs well-compare-d to a bubbleon a navigable riverSoon 'tis touched t'is gone forever John Clare
