I love pitching in front of big crowds and in huge stadiums.
Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.
Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.
Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.
Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.
Wait! Don't applaud my cheapness! I've got other crap I need help with!
Congress and the American people have good reason to fear that we are heading toward another permanent garrison of Americans in a Balkan country where our mission is confused, and our exit strategy a complete mystery.
There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep.
If I would go up on a high note, Eddie would want a low one. That's how petty the situation had become.