Literature Is A Splendid Mistress, But A

And Some Can Pot Begonias And Some Can Bud A Rose, And Some Are Hardly Fit To Trust With Anything That Grows.

In The Carboniferous Epoch We Were Promised Abundance For All, By Robbing Selected Peter To Pay For Collective Paul; But, Though We Had Plenty Of Money, There Was Nothing Our Money Could Buy, And The Gods Of The Copybook Headings Said: 'if You Don't Work You Die.'

Tis Beauty, So To Speak, Nor Good Talk Necessarily. It's Just It. Some Women Will Stay In A Man's Memory If They Once Walked Down A Street.

When The Hymalayan Peasant Meets The He-bear In His Pride, He Shouts To Scare The Monster, Who Will Often Turn Aside. But The She-bear Thus Accosted, Rends The Peasant Tooth And Nail, For The Female Of The Species Is More Deadly Than The Male.

Single Men In Barricks Don't Grow Into Plaster Saints.