A Noisy Man Is Always In The

Strange As It May Seem, The Most Ludicrous Lines I Ever Wrote Have Been Written In The Saddest Mood.

But What Is Truth? 'twas Pilate's Question Put To Truth Itself, That Deign'd Him No Reply.

Spare Feast! A Radish And An Egg.

I Pity Them Greatly, But I Must Be Mum, For How Could We Do Without Sugar And Rum?

Religion Caesar Never Knew Thy Posterity Shall Sway, Where His Eagles Never Flew, None As Invincible As They.