Saturday Afternoon, Although Occurring At Regular And

Bind Up Their Wounds - But Look The Other Way.

The Law Is The True Embodiment Of Everything That's Excellent; It Has No Kind Of Fault Or Flaw And I, My Lords, Embody The Law.

All Bayonets Are Bad.

I See No Objection To Stoutness, In Moderation.

When The Enterprising Burglar Isn't Burgling; When The Cut-throat Isn't Occupied In Crime; He Loves To Hear The Little Brook A-gurgling; And Listen To The Merry Village Chime.