Over hill and under hill

But the enemy has the move, and he is about to open his full game. And pawns are as likely to see as much of it as any. Sharpen your blade!

I may be a burglar...but I'm an honest one, I hope, more or less.

Thief, thief, thief! Baggins! We hates it, we hates it, we hates it forever!

But he that sows lies in the end shall not lack of a harvest, and soon he may rest from toil indeed, while others reap and sow in his stead.

Rover did not know in the least where the moon's path led to, and at present he was much too frightened and excited to ask, and anyway he was beginning to get used to extraordinary things happening to him.

Tears unnumbered ye shall shed.