Men They hail you as their morning star Because you are the way you are. If you return the sentiment, They'll try to make you different; And once they have you, safe and sound, They want to change you all around. Your moods and ways they put a curse on; They'd make of you another person. They cannot let you go your gait; They influence and educate. They'd alter all that they admired. They make me sick, they make me tired.

Don't feel bad when I die; I've been dead for a long time.

Work is the province of cattle.

And if my heart be scarred and burned, The safer, I, for all I learned.

Money was made, not to command our will, But all our lawful pleasures to fulfill. Shame and woe to us, if we our wealth obey; The horse doth with the horseman away.

People ought to be one of two things, young or dead.

The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core. Scratch a lover and find a foe!