Every Man Was Not Born With A

To Be Good To The Vile Is To Throw Water Into The Sea.

There's No Love Lost Between Us.

Pray, Look Better, Sir... Those Things Yonder Are No Giants, But Windmills.

Nay, What Is Worse, Perhaps Turn Poet, Which, They Say, Is An Infectious And Incurable Distemper.

Where One Door Shuts Another Opens.