Look at me! I'm a puffy pink cloud!
The ugliest man was he who came to Troy; with squinting eyes and one distorted foot.
There will be killing till the score is paid.
Reproach is infinite, and knows no end So voluble a weapon is the tongue; Wounded, we wound; and neither side can fail For every man has equal strength to rail.
Hunger is insolent, and will be fed.
It never was our guise to slight the poor, or aught humane despise.