The Traveller With Empty Pockets Will Sing

Travelers With Naught Sing In The Robber's Face

Luck Often Raises Vulgarity To A High Position, To Create Mirth For The Beholders.

Revenge, We Find, The Abject Pleasure Of An Abject Mind.

Like Warmed-up Cabbage Served At Each Repast, The Repetition Kills The Wretch At Last.

The Care Of A Large Estate Is An Unpleasant Thing.