One cannot eat breakfast all day,
Nor is it the act of a sinner, When breakfast is taken away, To turn his attention to dinner; And it's not in the range of belief, To look upon him as a glutton, Who, when he is tired of beef, Determines to tackle the mutton. |
Politics we bar, / They are not our bent: / On the whole we are / Not intelligent. |
She may very well pass for forty-three / In the dusk with a light behind her! |
Sir, I view the proposal to hold an international exhibition at San Francisco with an equanimity bordering on indifference. |
Sir, Sunday morning, although recurring at regular and well foreseen intervals, always seems to take this railway by surprise. |
So I fell in love with a rich attorney's / Elderly ugly daughter. |
Something lingering with boiling oil in it, I fancy. |
Such a bright little, tight little, / Slight little, light little, / Trim little, prim little craft! |
Take a pair of sparkling eyes. |
Take my counsel, happy man; / Act upon it, if you can! |
The constitutional guardian I, / Of pretty young Wards in Chancery. |
The House of Peers, throughout the war, / Did nothing in particular, / And did it very well. |
The mildest curate going. |
Then they began to sing / That extremely lovely thing, / `Scherzando! ma non troppo, ppp.' |
Things are seldom what they seem, / Skim milk masquerades as cream. |