"Dead men and fools," said my friend Annabel Lee.
"What is it that has no turning?" said I.
"A full stomach," said my friend Annabel Lee.
"What fortifies a stout heart?" said I.
"A stitch in time," said my friend Annabel Lee.
"What does money make?" said I.
"An ill wind," said my friend Annabel Lee.
"What will the pounds do if you take care of the pence?" said I.
"Come home to roost," said my friend Annabel Lee.
"Where is there many a slip?" said I.
"Where angels fear to tread," said my friend Annabel Lee.
"What's sharper than a serpent's tooth?" said I.
"The pen," said my friend Annabel Lee.
