Oh, My Tattered Rags Are Caught On

Life And Death Are Balanced As It Were On The Edge Of A Razor

Yet While My Hector Still Survives, I See My Father, Mother, Brethren, All In Thee.

Modesty Is Of No Use To A Beggar.

The Charity That Is A Trifle To Us Can Be Precious To Others.

Don't Mess With The Dead, Boy, They Have Eerie Powers.