Travelers With Naught Sing In The Robber's

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

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

No Man Becomes Bad All At Once.

All Wish To Possess Knowledge, But Few, Comparatively Speaking, Are Willing To Pay The Price.

The Abject Pleasure Of An Abject Mind And Hence So Dear To Poor Weak Woman Kind. [lat., Vindicta Nemo Magis Gaudet, Quam Femina.]