We can't win if we keep throwing up bricks from three-point land.

...the citizen, remembering with some resentment the airs of equality which Richie had assumed towards him in the commencement of the scene which had just taken place, could not forbear to retaliate, by congratulating him with an ironical smile on his favour at Court, and his improved grace in presenting a supplication. Never fash your beard about that. Master Greorge Heriot, said Richie, totally undismayed; but tell me when and where I am to sifflicate you for eight hundred pounds sterling, for which these jewels stood engaged?

Twas Thou, who quickenedst me to life again

Departure from this happy place, our sweet Recess, and onely consolation left