A Kiss Is A Rosy Dot Over

'and For My Part, Gentlemen,' Said I, 'that I May Put In For A Share, And Guess With The Rest; Not To Amuse Myself With Those Curious Notions Wherewith You Tickle And Spur On Slow-paced Time; I Believe, That The Moon Is A World Like Ours, To Which This Of Ours Serves Likewise For A Moon.'

This Veridic Nose Arrives Everywhere A Quarter Of An Hour Before Its Master. Ten Shoemakers, Good Round Fat Ones Too, Go And Sit Down To Work Under It Out Of The Rain.

My Life's Work Has Been To Prompt Others And Be Forgotten. Remember That Night When Christian Came To Your Balcony? That Moment Sums Up My Life. While I Was Below In The Shadows, Others Climbed Up To Kiss The Sweet Rose.

We Have Observed For Thirty Centuries That A Large Nose Is A Sign On The Door Of Our Face That Says 'herein Dwells A Man Who Is Intelligent, Prudent, Courteous, Affable, Noble-minded And Generous'. A Small Nose Is A Cork On The Bottle Of The Opposite Vices.

The People Of Your World Became So Stupid And Rude That My Companions And I No Longer Enjoyed Teaching Them. You Must Surely Have Heard Of Us: We Were Called Oracles, Nymphs, Spirits, Fairies, Household Gods, Lemures, Larvas, Lamias, Sprites, Water-nymphs, Incubi, Shades, Spirits Of The Dead, Specters And Ghosts.