I don't know about carry out, but you can carry me off to bed.
Join the crazed institution of the stars.
In the beginning Man created God: and in the image of Man created he him.
Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.
Everyone is from somewhere, even if you've never been there.
In your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me.