There's No Love Lost Between Us.

Nor Has His Death The World Deceiv'd Than His Wondrous Life Surprise D; If He Like A Madman Liv'd Least He Like A Wise One Dy'd.

All Sorrows Are Bearable, If There Is Bread.

Urgent Necessity Prompts Many To Do Things.

Delay Always Breeds Danger.

You Are A Devil At Everything, And There Is No Kind Of Thing In The 'versal World But What You Can Turn Your Hand Into.