Oh! I must take my shoes off. Huh! Hell hath no fury like a woman’s corns, has it? - Shelagh Delaney

As I was going up Pippin Hill,
Pippin Hill was dirty.
And there I met a pretty miss,
And she dropped me a curtsy.
Little miss, pretty miss,
Blessings light upon you.
If I had half a crown a day,
I'd gladly spend it on you.

The only consolation I can find in your immediate presence is your ultimate absence.

He didn't play with his food anymore till it got cold; instead, down it went like fuel into a furnace keeping the ovens hot, and the energy at boiling point, as Tom hurtled through his life catching up with himself at last.