Critics are already made.

Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!

You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?

If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.

Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction: if it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange! How differently the world would men behold!

The basis of your religion is injustice. The Son of God the pure, the immaculate, the innocent, is sacrificed for the guilty. This proves his heroism, but no more does away with man's sin than a school boy's volunteering to be flogged for another would exculpate a dunce from negligence.

Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixture of more happy days!