All Bayonets Are Bad.

Oh, Don't The Days Seem Lank And Long When All Goes Right And Nothing Goes Wrong, And Isn't Your Life Extremely Flat With Nothing Whatever To Grumble At!

When Every Blessed Thing You Have Is Made Of Silver, Or Of Gold, You Long For Simple Pewter.

What Though I Cannot Meet My Bills? What Though I Suffer Toothache's Ills? What Though I Swallow Countless Pills?

There's Fish In The Sea, No Doubt Of It, As Good As Ever Came Out Of It.

As Is Gloriously Sung In The Gilbert And Sullivan Operetta "h.m.s. Pinafore," In The Words Of W. S. Gilbert: "things Are Seldom As They Seem, Skim Milk Masquerades As Cream."