Things Are Seldom What They Seem.

Strike The Concertina's Melancholy String! Blow The Spirit-stirring Harp Like Any Thing! Let The Piano's Martial Blast Rouse The Echoes Of The Past

See How The Fates Their Gifts Allot, For A Is Happy-b Is Not. Yet B Is Worthy, I Dare Say, Of More Prosperity Than A.

Wherever Valor True Is Found, True Modesty Will There Abound.

I'm Really Very Sorry For You All, But It's An Unjust World, And Virtue Is Triumphant Only In Theatrical Performances.

Bless Your Heart, They Don't Mind--they're Exceedingly Kind-- They Don't Blame You--as Long As You're Funny!