A Boy Without Mischief Is Like A

We All Scribble Poetry.

All Right, Let's Not Panic. I'll Make The Money By Selling One Of My Livers. I Can Get By With One.

It Is Tedious To Tell Again Tales Already Plainly Told.

The God Of War Will See Fair Play-he's Often Slain That Wants To Slay!

Thou Shalt Not Horn In On Thy Husbands Racket