I Cannot Tell What The Dickens His

Therefore It Is Most Expedient For The Wise, If Don Worm (his Conscience) Find No Impediment To The Contrary, To Be The Trumpet Of His Own Virtues, As I Am To Myself.

I Would Not Wish Any Companion In The World But You.

Do You See Yonder Cloud That’s Almost In Shape Of A Camel? Polonius: By The Mass, And ‘tis Like A Camel, Indeed. Hamlet: Methinks It Is Like A Weasel. Polonius: It Is Backed Like A Weasel. Hamlet: Or Like A Whale? Polonius: Very Like A Whale.

Rude Am I In My Speech, And Little Blessed With The Soft Phrase Of Peace.

Old Fashions Please Me Best; I Am Not So Nice To Change True Rules For Odd Inventions.