"What's a bird in the hand worth?" said I.
"A pound of cure," said my friend Annabel Lee.
"What does a stitch in time save?" said I.
"Two in the bush," said my friend Annabel Lee.
"Where does charity begin?" said I.
"Betwixt the cup and the lip," said my friend Annabel Lee.
"What may a cat look at?" said I.
"The broth," said my friend Annabel Lee.
"What does many a mickle make?" said I.
"A multitude of sins," said my friend Annabel Lee.
"What do too many cooks spoil?" said I.
"Us all," said my friend Annabel Lee.
"Whom does conscience make cowards of?" said I.
