Necessity Urges Desperate Measures.

Evil Comes Not Amiss If It Comes Alone.

Be Slow Of Tongue And Quick Of Eye.

'tis The Maddest Trick A Man Can Ever Play In His Whole Life, To Let His Breath Sneak Out Of His Body Without Any More Ado, And Without So Much As A Rap O'er The Pate, Or A Kick Of The Guts; To Go Out Like The Snuff Of A Farthing Candle, And Die Merely Of The Mulligrubs, Or The Sullens.

Get Out Of Harms Way.

Many Littles Make A Much.