Troubles Take Wing For The Man Who

I Would Have Nobody To Control Me; I Would Be Absolute: And Who But I? Now, He That Is Absolute Can Do What He Likes; He That Can Do What He Likes Can Take His Pleasure; He That Can Take His Pleasure Can Be Content; And He That Can Be Content Has No More To Desire. So The Matter 's Over; And Come What Will Come, I Am Satisfied.

A Bad Year And A Bad Month To All The Backbiting Bitches In The World!.

Tis The Only Comfort Of The Miserable To Have Partners In Their Woes.

Wine Taken In Moderation Never Does Any Harm.

El Pan Comido Y La Compan? |a Deshecha. With The Bread Eaten, The Company Breaks Up.