The Abuse Of Cabmen In A Block.

The Traveller With Empty Pockets Will Sing In The Thief 's Face.

Rarely They Rise By Virtue's Aid Who Lie Plunged In The Depth Of Helpless Poverty.

Remorse Is The Fruit Of Crime.

For Women's Tears Are But The Sweat Of Eyes.

Let The Straight-limbed Laugh At The Club-footed, The White Skinned At The Blackamoor.