Gluttony kills more then the sword.
[Gluttony kills more than the sword.]

Gluttony kills more then the sword.
[Gluttony kills more than the sword.]

Look here, he cries (to give him words):
Thou feathered clay, thou scum of birds!
Look here, read more

Look here, he cries (to give him words):
Thou feathered clay, thou scum of birds!
Look here, thou vile, predestined sinner,
Doomed to be roasted for a dinner.

Wouldst thou, or thou,
Forego what's now,
For all that hope may say?
No--joy's read more

Wouldst thou, or thou,
Forego what's now,
For all that hope may say?
No--joy's reply,
From every eye,
Is, "Live we while we may."

Breed up a crow and he'll pick out your eyes.

Breed up a crow and he'll pick out your eyes.

In a retreat the lame are formost.

In a retreat the lame are formost.

Let that flea stick in the wa', when the dirt's dry, it'll rub
out.

Let that flea stick in the wa', when the dirt's dry, it'll rub
out.

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

Hee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring.

Hee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring.

No hair so small but hath his shadow.

No hair so small but hath his shadow.