If they think I'm going to stop at that stop sign, they're mistaken!

No TV and no beer makes Homer something something.

A glorious death is his, who for his country falls.

You ought not to practice childish ways, since you are no longer that age.

She spoke and loosened from her bosom the embroidered girdle of many colors into which all her allurements were fashioned. In it was love and int desire which steals the mind even of the wise.

Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.

It is wrong to sorrow without ceasing.