Knife Quotes

Lo, the book I hold here, In the city cold here ! I hold it with a gentle hand and love it as I may; Lo, the weary moments! Lo, the icy comments! And lo, false Fortune's knife of gold swift-lifted up to slay! Has the strife no ending? Has the song no meaning? Linger I, idle as of old, while men are reaping or gleaning?

Robert Williams Buchanan

And the shark he has his teeth and There they are for all to see And Macheath he has his knife but No one knows where it may be.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht
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