Look At Me! I'm A Puffy Pink

Two Urns On Jove's High Throne Have Ever Stood, The Source Of Evil One, And One Of Good; From Thence The Cup Of Mortal Man He Fills, Blessings To These, To Those Distributes Ills; To Most He Mingles Both.

I Didn't Lie! I Just Created Fiction With My Mouth!

It Is Equally Offensive To Speed A Guest Who Would Like To Stay And To Detain One Who Is Anxious To Leave.

There Is A Fullness Of All Things, Even Of Sleep And Love.

I Can't Even Say The Word 'titmouse' Without Giggling Like A Schoolgirl.