This High Official, All Allow, Is Grossly

An Englishman Never Enjoys Himself, Except For A Noble Purpose.

The Rain Is Plentious But, By God's Decree, Only A Third Is Meant For You And Me; Two-thirds Are Taken By The Growing Things Or Vanish Heavenward On Vapour's Wings: Nor Does It Mathematically Fall With Social Equity On One And All. The Population's Habit Is To Grow In Every Region Where The Water's Low: Nature Is Blamed For Failings That Are Man's, And Well-run Rivers Have To Change Their Plans.

Let's Stop Somebody From Doing Something! Everybody Does Too Much.

The Portions Of A Woman Which Appeal To Man's Depravity Are Constructed With Considerable Care.

People Must Not Do Things For Fun. We Are Not Here For Fun. There Is No Reference To Fun In Any Act Of Parliament.