Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My

All The Perfumes Of Arabia Will Not Sweeten This Little Hand! Oh, Oh, Oh!

Two Starving Men Cannot Be Twice As Hungry As One; But Two Rascals Can Be Ten Times As Vicious As One.

I Have Sounded The Very Base-string Of Humility.

Foul Fiend Of France And Hag Of All Despite, Encompassed With Thy Lustful Paramours, Becomes It Thee To Taunt His Valiant Age And Twit With Cowardice A Man Half Dead?

There Is No More Mercy In Him Than There Is Milk In A Male Tiger.