We all have problems, and we must solve them together or we die alone.
I rode in a gang. We robbed trains, banks, held people ransom. We killed people we didn't like. Bill Williamson was in that gang. If I don't capture my former brother-in-arms, great harm will befall my family.
You couldn't shoot a fart out of your own ass!
It's wanting that gets so many folks in trouble.
People don't forget. Nothing gets forgiven.
Sing of the nature of women, and then the song shall be surely full of variety; old crotchets and most sweet closes. It shall be humorous, grave, fantastic, amorous, melancholy, sprightly, one in all, and all in one.