Born in a cellar . . . and living in a garret. |
Death and the dice level all distinctions |
He is not only dull in himself, but the cause of dullness in others. |
So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf, to make an apple-pie; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. `What! no soap?' So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber. |
The great Panjandrum himself. |
They all fell to playing the game of catch as catch can, till the gun powder ran out at the heels of their boots. |
When house and land are gone and spent,/ Then learning is most excellent. |