The Devil Can Cite Scripture

Zounds! I Was Never So Bethumped With Words Since I First Called My Brother's Father Dad.

For You And I Are Past Our Dancing Days.

Full Many A Glorious Morn I Have Seen Flatter The Mountain-tops With Sovereign Eye, Kissing With Golden Face The Meadows Green, Gilding Pale Streams With Heavenly Alchemy.

Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel, Do Not Press My Tongue-tied Patience With Too Much Disdain: Lest Sorrow Lend Me Words And Words Express, The Manner Of My Pity-wanting Pain.

To Take Arms Against A Sea Of Troubles.