Payday came and with it beer

All good people agree, And all good people say, All nice people, like Us, are We And every one else is They: But if you cross over the sea, Instead of over the way, You may end by (think of it!) looking on We As only a sort of They!

There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and woman to fill our day; But when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers & Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

What is the moral? Who rides may read.

Borrow trouble for yourself, if that's your nature, but don't lend it to your neighbours.

For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

The American has no language, he has a dialect, slang, provincialism, accent and so forth