I'll Teach You To Laugh At Something

All Deaths Are Hateful To Miserable Mortals, But The Most Pitiable Death Of All Is To Starve.

The Stars Never Lie, But The Astrologers Lie About The Stars.

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.

I Am So Smart. I Am So Smart. I Am So Smart. S-m-r-t ... Uh, I Mean S-m-a-r-t.

Tell Me, O Muse, Of Travellers Far And Wide