circulatorious jugglers

I saw your brother, Most provident in peril, bind himself, Courage and hope both teaching him the practise, To a strong mast that lived upon the sea;

In truth, a mature man who uses hair-oil, unless medicinally, that man has probably got a quoggy spot in him somewhere.

Go sit with him. I think he's a little depressed. It's not easy to grow old. / Tell me about it.