The Lord is a shoving leopard.
In the sermon I have just preached, whenever I said Aristotle, I meant St. Paul.
Sir, you have tasted two whole worms; you have hissed all my mystery lectures and been caught fighting a liar in the quad; you will leave by the next town drain.
The weight of rages will press hard upon the employer
Tell me, was it you or your brother who was killed in the war?
I remember your name perfectly, but I just can't think of your face.