""The faith that looks through death."" (Wordsworth)

So oft it chances in particular men That (for some vicious mole of nature in them, As in their birth, wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin) By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit, that too much o'erleavens The form of plausive manners—that (these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star) Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man may undergo, Shall in the general censure take corruption From that particular fault. The dram of evil Doth all the noble substance of a doubt, To his own scandal.

Hamlet

Last straws.

The tautological imperative.

A gentle occupation.

""Oh what hard luck stories they all hand me.""

He thought he saw an Albatross    That fluttered round the lamp: He looked again, and found it was    A Penny-Postage Stamp. ""You'd best be getting home,"" he said:    ""The nights are very damp!"" ... He thought he saw an Argument    That proved he was the Pope: He looked again, and found it was    A Bar of Mottled Soap. ""A fact so dread,"" he faintly said,    ""Extinguishes all hope!""

Lewis Carroll, The Mad Gardener's Song