Mine Eyes Smell Onions: I Shall Weep

Unless The Old Adage Must Be Verified, That Beggars Mounted, Run Their Horse To Death.

If It Will Feed Nothing Else, It Will Feed My Revenge.

Alack, There Lies More Peril In Thine Eye Than Twenty Of Their Swords: Look Thou But Sweet, And I Am Proof Against Their Enmity.

Well, God Give Them Wisdom That Have It; And Those That Are Fools, Let Them Use Their Talents.

What A Deformed Thief This Fashion Is.