I Know On Which Side My Bread

It Is A Poor Dog That Is Not Worth The Whistling

A Fig For A Care, A Fig For A Woe!

I Perfectly Feele Even At My Fingers End.

Now For Good Lucke, Cast An Old Shooe After Mee.

Tis Not The Robe Or Garment I Affect; For Who Would Marry With A Suit Of Clothes?