The Darts Of Love Are Blunted By

Other Men's Pains Are Easily Borne.

Death Eats Up All Things, Both The Young Lamb And Old Sheep; And I Have Heard Our Parson Say, Death Values A Prince No More Than A Clown.

Never Meddle With Play-actors, For They're A Favoured Race.

There's No Sauce In The World Like Hunger.

I Know What's What, And Have Always Taken Care Of The Main Chance.