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.
I remember your name perfectly, but I just can't think of your face.
The weight of rages will press hard upon the employer
Poor soul - very sad; her late husband, you know, a very sad death - eaten by missionaries - poor soul.