Don't Trade with Trouble.
Don't make a trade with Trouble!
He would buy you bargain cheap,
And you'd have to pay a ransom
That would climb up mighty steep!
Don't sell yourself to Trouble,
'Cause he banters you each day!
Out beyond the snows of labor
Wait the blossomings of play!
Don't make a trade with Trouble!
Never stop to name a price;
Tell him plain he'd better travel
Without any more advice!
[Trouble] never paid a dollar
Of the mighty debt he owes;
Don't sell yourself to Trouble
And the sorrows that he knows!
Little Sermons.
The Devil has such a good appetite that you can't afford to have him boarding at your hotel.
Broken heads are more numerous than broken hearts, and they also pay more fines in the police court.