Fear Has Many Eyes And Can See

I Had Rather Munch A Crust Of Brown Bread And An Onion In A Corner, Without Any More Ado Or Ceremony, Than Feed Upon Turkey At Another Man?s Table, Where One Is Fain To Sit Mincing And Chewing His Meat An Hour Together, Drink Little, Be Always Wiping His Fingers And His Chops, And Never Dare To Cough Nor Sneeze, Though He Has Never So Much A Mind To It, Nor Do A Many Things Which A Body May Do Freely By One?s Self.

El Pan Comido Y La Compan? |a Deshecha. With The Bread Eaten, The Company Breaks Up.

Do You See Over Yonder, Friend Sancho, Thirty Or Forty Hulking Giants? I Intend To Do Battle With Them And Slay Them.

Thank You For Nothing.

How Will He Who Does Not Know How To Govern Himself Know How To Govern Others?