How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath
To say to me that thou art out of breath?
Speaking of thy breath... how is thy breath?
Thou will not have to wait with bated breath and whisp'ring humbleness to speak to thy knave or mistress if thou hast Shakespearmints about thy person.
Do but carry this quaint case of tin (not in thy purse, for that trash oft is stolen) and never will they say of you thy breath reeks!
Brought to you by the brainacs at the Unemployed Philosophers Guild.