A Man Cannot Make Him Laugh -

Where The Greater Malady Is Fixed, The Lesser Is Scarce Felt.

Grace Me No Grace, Nor Uncle Me No Uncle; I Am No Traitor's Uncle, And That Word "grace" In An Ungracious Mouth Is But Profane.

I Had As Lief Have Been Myself Alone.

Here's Flowers For You; Hot Lavender, Mints, Savoury, Marjoram; The Marigold, That Goes To Bed Wi' The Sun And With Him Rises Weeping: These Are Flowers Of Middle Summer, And I Think They Are Given To Men Of Middle Age.

A King Of Infinite Space