Go miser go for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
War is the trade of Kings.
People look at me and they go 'You're white you're smart you must have...
Do not trust the cheering for those persons would shout as much if you or I were going to be hanged.
