But bacon's not the only thing / That's cured by hanging from a string.

Society is based on the assumption that everyone is alike and no one is alive.

What still alive at twenty-two. / A clean, upstanding chap like you! / Sure, if your throat is hard to slit, / Slit your girl's and swing for it.

Friends are God's apology for relations.

Harp not on that string.

Contraries are cured by contraries.