Feed The Musician, And He's Out Of

Let's Learn To Live, For We Must Die Alone.

In General Satire, Every Man Perceives A Slight Attack, Yet Neither Fears Nor Grieves.

Against Her Foes Religion Well Defends Her Sacred Truths, But Often Fears Her Friends.

A Great Lie Is Like A Great Fish On Dry Land; It May Fret And Fling And Make A Frightful Bother, But It Cannot Hurt You. You Have Only To Keep Still, And It Will Die Of Itself.

A Sly Old Fish, Too Cunning For The Hook.