And if the perfection of well-speaking might bring any glorie sutable unto a great personage, Scipio and Lelius would never have resigned the honour of their Comedies[…]unto an Affrican servant[…].

Who am I? Just a middle-aged guy, who enjoyed the fruits of ill gotten wealth, as an entrepreneur of recreational medicine.

He useta break these olive bottles with his fingers.

Probably one of them cidiot hunters fooling around, firing off pot shots any which way.