The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright-- And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night.

And thus they give the time, that Nature meant for peaceful sleep and meditative snores, to ceaseless din and mindless merriment and waste of shoes and floors.

What I tell you three times is true.

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

Consider anything, only don’t cry!

We haven't any and you're too young.

Curtsey while you're thinking what to say. It saves time.