The handwriting on the wall may be a forgery.
God loves an idle rainbow, no less than laboring seas.
Time, you old gipsy man, Will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day?
Did anyone ever have a boring dream?
Some things have to be believed to be seen.
I saw with open eyes, Singing birds sweet, Sold in the shops, For the people to eat, Sold in the shops of, Stupidity Street.