And I Will Make It Felony To

If There Is A Good Will, There Is Great Way.

I Durst Not Laugh For Fear Of Opening My Lips And Receiving The Bad Air.

I Cannot Tell What The Dickens His Name Is.

He Was A Man, Take Him For All In All, I Shall Not Look Upon His Like Again.

O' What May Man Within Him Hide, Though Angel On The Outward Side!