Why Should We Rise Because 'tis Light?

Have More Than Thou Showest, Speak Less Than Thou Knowest, Lend Less Than Thou Owest.

For My Part, If A Lie May Do Thee Grace, I'll Gild It With The Happiest Terms I Have.

O Madam, My Old Heart Is Cracked, It's Cracked!

How Lush And Lusty The Grass Looks! How Green!

To Stand Against The Deep Dread-bolted Thunder, In The Most Terrible And Nimble Stroke Of Quick, Cross Lightning.