Though I'm Anything But Clever, I Could

Every Jack He Must Study The Knack If He Wants To Make Sure Of His Jill!

Society Has Quite Forsaken All Her Wicked Courses, Which Empties Our Police Courts, And Abolishes Divorces.

In All The Woes That Curse Our Race There Is A Lady In The Case.

You Must Lie Upon The Daisies And Discourse In Novel Phrases Of Complicated State Of Mind. The Meaning Doesn't Matter If It's Only Idle Chatter Of A Transcendental Kind.

Bow, Bow, Ye Lower Middle Classes! Bow, Bow, Ye Tradesmen, Bow, Ye Masses!