No Trust Is To Be Placed In

You Can't Go Wrong With Cocktail Weenies. They Look As Good As They Taste. And They Come In This Delicious Red Sauce. It Looks Like Ketchup, It Tastes Like Ketchup, But Brother, It Ain't Ketchup!

Sweet Sleep Fell Upon His Eyelids, Unwakeful, Most Pleasant, The Nearest Like Death.

His Descent Was Like Nightfall.

Do I Know What Rhetorical Means?

It Never Was Our Guise To Slight The Poor, Or Aught Humane Despise.