They That Stand High Have

What Say You To A Piece Of Beef And Mustard?

Thou Hast Not Half That Power To Do Me Harm As I Have To Be Hurt.

Light Vanity, Insatiate Cormorant, Consuming Means, Soon Preys Upon Itself.

If The Boy Have Not A Woman's Gift To Rain A Shower Of Commanded Tears, An Onion Will Do Well For Such A Shift.

For She Had Eyes And Chose Me.