PETER Then have at you with my wit! I will dry beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men

2 MUSlCIAN Pray you put up your dagger, and put out your wit.

MERCUTlO Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting it is a most sharp sauce.

But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

That makes me think of a very funny story which is going all over Warsaw.

That actually is the true nature of the distribution of humor when you don't have the contagion of humor.

ROMEO And we mean well, in going to this mask But 'tis no wit to go.

With Cupid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,

MERCUTlO O, here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad!

Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,

Kind of sarcastically, it gets lumped into a couple of other things called Big Design Up Front , where there's a lot of planning in this one.

The birds, the bees, the crops, the weather?

Is God there or is he not? Should i be Muslim or Christian or Jewish or Baha'i or what? writes The Egypt Guy.

Is it Plato, is it Aristotle, is it Kant, is it Mill?

According to you Tunisia is a republic, a kingdom, a zoo, a prison or nothing?

Over the hill or here or there

I want you to tell me which one the first one, second one, third one or fourth one?

And that was how a great scandal threatened to affect the kingdom of Bohemia, and how the best plans of Mr. Sherlock Holmes were beaten by a woman's wit.

Is this a fraud or just a mistake?

Is it red, green or blue?

Welcome to mothers2mothers.

A prototyping tool? A scripted language?

Chicken, foie gras, or Captain Cook mackerel?

Thou Mother of Divine Grace.

Umm

Umm...

Oh, yes.

Mother!

But as for Gondibert, I would except that passage in the preface about wit being the soul's powder but most of mankind are strangers to wit, as Indians are to powder.

Is this sold by the kilo, by the package or individually?

Sooner or later, sooner or later, the rule of history is that where power goes governance must follow.

Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, that mak'st my blood cold and my hair to stare?

Backside behind, how true, how true.

You will live each moment in a different way and will never be content. It is then that you would hate the rich and the poor and curse being middle class.

And is it features that would delight them or performance or quality?

Is God punishing me or rewarding me, or is this the roll of the dice?

The Mother of Female Journalists

Umm uh.

Me, a mother.

Or this?

or here?

or not?

Or her...?

...or you are.

Or have you met?