First you don't want me to get the pony, then you want me to take it back. Make up your mind!
Better to live or die, once and for all, than die by inches.
Sensitive love letters are my specialty. 'Dear Baby, Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you.'
Few sons are like their fathers - many are worse, few better.
Still, we will let all this be a thing of the past, though it hurts us, and beat down by constraint the anger that rises inside us. Now I am making an end of my anger. It does not become me, unrelentingly to rage on
Tell me, O muse, of travellers far and wide