I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Me," Artemis blurted. "I'm the nut." Artemis could have sworn the squid winked at him before bringing the five-ton chunk of spacecraft swinging down toward the morsel of meat in its blue shell. "I'm the nut!" Artemis shouted again, a little hysterically, it must be said.
I have wedded her, not bedded her; and sworn to make the 'not' eternal.
I have sworn upon the altar of God, eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man.
The nuclear arms race is like two sworn enemies standing waist deep in gasoline, one with three matches, the other with five.