A Light Wife Doth Make A Heavy

What A Terrible Era In Which Idiots Govern The Blind.

Thou Whoreson Zed! Thou Unnecessary Letter!

Affliction Is Enamoured Of Thy Parts, And Thou Art Wedded To Calamity.

Farewell The Plumed Troop, And The Big Wars That Make Ambition Virtue! O, Farewell! Farewell The Neighing Steed And The Shrill Trump, The Spirit-stirring Drum, Th' Ear-piercing Fife, The Royal Banner, And All Quality, Pride, Pomp, And Circumstance Of Glorious War!

Thy Food Is Such As Hath Been Belch'd On By Infected Lungs.