The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing.

The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling.

God will forgive me; that's his business.

Of course God will forgive me; that's His job.

Communism possesses a language which every people can understand - its elements are hunger, envy, and death.

Christ rode on an ass, but now asses ride on Christ.