I'm Moby Dic's worst enemy, not Ishmael, but sinister indeed. From the bow, I enter thee, piercing deep, you'll come to me.

The British have bad ones, The old use fake, The young have none, You need these if you want to eat a steak! What am I?

It's a happy occasion when I accompany oyster, and a sad occasion when I'm at a school.

Capsaicin aggravates me. A stiff drink might settle me. I'll haunt you on test day, And test you on your wedding day.

I can accentuate your expressions, I can mend two broken hearts, I can hide a confession if you don't know where to start.