But Now Behold, In The Quick Forge

I Am Not Bound To Please Thee With My Answer.

Thou Whoreson Zed! Thou Unnecessary Letter! My Lord, If You Will Give Me Leave, I Will Tread This Unbolted Villain Into Mortar, And Daub The Wall Of A Jakes With Him. *all Cheer For Shakespearean Insults*

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us.

They Have Been Grand-jurymen Since Before Noah Was A Sailor

I Am Sure Care's An Enemy To Life.