Swift As Shadow, Short As Any Dream

What's The News? None, My Lord, But That The World's Grown Honest, Then Is Doomsday Near.

What Say You To A Piece Of Beef And Mustard?

Mind Your Speech A Little Lest You Should Mar Your Fortunes.

Sometimes When We Are Labeled, When We Are Branded Our Brand Becomes Our Calling.

Conceal Me What I Am, And Be My Aid For Such Disguise As Haply Shall Become The Form Of My Intent.