I See No Objection To Stoutness, In

Love, Unrequited, Robs Me Of My Rest: Love, Hopeless Love, My Ardent Soul Encumbers: Love, Nightmare-like, Lies Heavy On My Chest, And Weaves Itself Into My Midnight Slumbers!

On My Face Extended Flat I Was Walloped With A Cat For Listening At The Key-hole Of The Door.

It's True I've Got No Shirts To Wear; It's True My Butcher's Bill Is Due; It's True My Prospects All Look Blue - But Don't Let That Unsettle You.

Posterity Will Know As Little Of Me As I Know Of Posterity.

He Led His Regiment From Behind. He Found It Less Exciting.