A cold comming they had of it, at this time of the yeare: just the worst time of the yeare, to take a journey, and specially a long journey, in. The ways deepe, the weather sharp, the daies short, the sunn farthest off…the very dead of winter.
— Lancelot Andrewes, in a letter to King James
If the devil has the best tunes, sometimes the bandits have the best sentences.
— Simon Blackburn