God Who Sends The Wound Sends The

Fly Not, Cowards And Vile Beings, For A Single Knight Attacks You.

No Fathers Or Mothers Think Their Own Children Ugly.

I Have Other Fish To Fry.

Does The Devil Possess You? You're Leaping Over The Hedge Before You Come At The Stile.

Here Lies A Gentleman Bold Who Was So Very Brave He Went To Lengths Untold, And On The Brink Of The Grave Death Had On Him No Hold. By The World He Set Small Store-- He Frightened It To The Core-- Yet Somehow, By Fate's Plan, Though He'd Lived A Crazy Man, When He Died He Was Sane Once More.