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.
Meddling with another man's folly is always thankless work.
As the dawn comes up like thunder.
'E's all'ot sand an' ginger when alive, An''e's generally shammin' when'e's dead.
Bite on the bullet, old man, and don't let them think you're afraid.
Any fool can waste, any fool can muddle, but it takes something of a man to save, and the more he saves the more of a man does it make of him.