Taste Your Legs, Sire: Put Them Into

It Hurts Not The Tongue To Give Fair Words.

Our Peace Shall Stand As Firm As Rocky Mountains.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles: Infected Minds To Their Deaf Pillows Will Discharge Their Secrets.

Truth Needs No Color; Beauty, No Pencil.

He Was Met Even Now As Mad As The Vex'd Sea; Singing Aloud; Crown'd With Rank Fumiter And Furrow-weeds, With Bur-docks, Hemlock, Nettles, Cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, And All The Idle Weeds That Grow In Our Sustaining Corn.