Don't Mess With The Dead, Boy, They

Why Cover The Same Ground Again? ... It Goes Against My Grain To Repeat A Tale Told Once, And Told So Clearly.

True Friends Appear Less Moved Than Counterfeit.

There Is No Fouler Fiend Than A Woman When Her Mind Is Bent To Evil.

A Little Child Born Yesterday A Thing On Mother's Milk And Kisses Fed.

Sweet Sleep Fell Upon His Eyelids, Unwakeful, Most Pleasant, The Nearest Like Death.