There's No Jealousy In The Grave.

Meddling With Another Man's Folly Is Always Thankless Work.

For It's "guns This" And "guns That," And "chuck 'em Out, The Brutes," But They're The "savior Of Our Loved Ones" When The Thugs Begin To Loot.

For The Strength Of The Pack Is The Wolf, And The Strength Of The Wolf Is The Pack.

Those Who Only Know England Know Not England.

Our England Is A Garden, And Such Gardens Are Not Made By Singing 'oh How Wonderful' And Sitting In The Shade, While Better Men Than We Go Out, And Start Their Working Lives By Grubbing Weeds From Garden Paths With Broken Dinner Knives.