For I Am Nothing If Not Critical.

They Have Been At A Great Feast Of Languages, And Stolen The Scraps.

Zounds! I Was Never So Bethumped With Words Since I First Called My Brother's Father Dad.

I Am But Mad North-north-west. When The Wind Is Southerly, I Know A Hawk From A Handsaw.

That Island Of England Breeds Very Valiant Creatures; Their Mastiffs Are Of Unmatchable Courage.

I Am Sure Care's An Enemy To Life.