A Very Ancient And Fish-like Smell.

A Sentence Is But A Cheveril Glove To A Good Wit; How Quickly The Wrong Side May Be Turned Outward!

I Drink To The General Joy O’ The Whole Table." Macbeth

A Rotten Case Abides No Handling.

O, She's Warm! If This Be Magic, Let It Be An Art Lawful As Eating.

In Limited Professions There's Boundless Theft.