The Tartness Of His Face Sours Ripe

Honesty Is The Best Policy. If I Lose Mine Honor, I Lose Myself.

I Am Not Bound To Please Thee With My Answer.

There's Not A Shirt And A Half In All My Company, And The Half Shirt Is Two Napkins Tacked Together And Thrown Over The Shoulders Like A Herald's Coat Without Sleeves.

Instead Of Weeping When A Tragedy Occurs In A Songbird's Life, It Sings Away Its Grief. I Believe We Could Well Follow The Pattern Of Our Feathered Friends.

I Charge Thee, Hence, And Do Not Haunt Me Thus.