She'll sting you one day, Oh, ever so gently, so you hardly ever feel it. 'til you fall dead.

you shall tie the marriage knot with the ropemaker's daughter and the cawing of the crows will be your wedding song.

My mother, she killed me, My father, he ate me, My sister Marlene, Gathered all my bones, Tied them in a silken scarf, Laid them beneath the juniper tree, Tweet, tweet, what a beautiful bird am I.

Take me as godfather." The man asked, "Who art thou?" "I am Death, and I make all equal." Then said the man, "Thou art the right one, thou takest the rich as well as the poor, without distinction; thou shalt be godfather." Death answered, "I will make thy child rich and famous, for he who has me for a friend can lack nothing.

They were indeed great rascals, and belonged to that class of people who find things before they are lost.

Love is like death, it must come to us all, but to each his own unique way and time, sometimes it will be avoided, but never can it be cheated, and never will it be forgotten.

How often when we are comfortable, we begin to long for something new!