Awake, my soul, to joyful lays, / And sing the great Redeemer's praise; / He justly claims a song from me: / His loving-kindness, oh, how free!

We need you to buy us some time, so distract the security guard for a few minutes.

if Heraclitus and Pherecydes could have changed their wisdome with health, and by that meanes, the one to have rid himselfe of the dropsie, and the other of the lowsie-evill [translating maladie pediculaire], which so sore tormented them, they would surely have done it[…].

You just know the Obamatons will blame Bush.