Oh, Poverty Parts Good Company.

War Is The Only Game In Which Both Sides Lose.

In Love Quarrels The Party That Loves The Most Is Always Most Willing To Acknowledge The Greater Fault.

In That Pleasant District Of Merry England Which Is Watered By The River Don, There Extended In Ancient Times A Large Forest, Covering The Greater Part Of The Beautiful Hills And Valleys Which Lie Between Sheffield And The Pleasant Town Of Doncaster.

Still From The Sire The Son Shall Hear Of The Stern Strife, And Carnage Drear, Of Flodden's Fatal Field, When Shiver'd Was Fair Scotland's Spear, And Broken Was Her Shield!

Revenge, The Sweetest Morsel To The Mouth That Ever Was Cooked In Hell.