He displays both their form and their mode of operation; see, not me, the instruments splayed out on his workbench.
Mercurial red, why hadn't you run? I wouldn't flee drowning, I drew a breath from eternity. See how the world would turn its back to you?
I levied my new due of everything, this was plain for them to see, and I showed the method of my Works. Could I serve them better? I was, after all, a faithful servant to the garden.
Her love smells of peaches and lavender, and she would trounce in my quarters. I would tie you up and spread you with catnip.