If they think I'm going to stop at that stop sign, they're mistaken!
I was working on a flat tax proposal and accidentally proved there was no God.
A young man is embarrassed to question an older one.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
The gods, likening themselves to all kinds of strangers, go in various disguises from city to city, observing the wrongdoing and the righteousness of men.
Better to live or die, once and for all, than die by inches.