Hungry Bellies Have No Ears. [fr., La

Thought I To Myself, We Shall Never Come Off Scot-free.

Do Not Limp Before The Lame. [old Fr., Ne Clochez Pas Devant Les Boyteus.]

In Their Rules There Was Only One Clause: Do What You Will.

I'd Gladly Do Without A Valet. I'm Never So Well Treated As When I'm Without A Valet.

Fate Leads The Willing, And Th' Unwilling Draws.