Indeed There's A Woundy Luck In Names.

The World Knows Only Two, That's Rome And I.

I'll Give Anything For A Good Copy Now, Be It True Or False, So It Be News.

Prevent Your Day At Morning.

I Know No Disease Of The Soul But Ignorance, A Pernicious Evil, The Darkener Of Man's Life, The Disturber Of His Reason, And Common Confounder Of Truth.

It Strikes! One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six. Enough, Enough, Dear Watch, Thy Pulse Hath Beat Enough. Now Sleep And Rest; Would Thou Could'st Make The Time To Do So Too; I'll Wind Thee Up No More.