Why, What's The Matter, That You Have

Some Men There Are Love Not A Gaping Pig, Some That Are Mad If They Behold A Cat, And Others When The Bagpipe Sings I The Nose Cannot Contain Their Urine.

My Grief Lies Onward, And My Joy Behind.

A Little Water Clears Us Of This Deed.

Commit The Oldest Sins The Newest Kind Of Ways.

The Proverb Is Something Musty.