All bayonets are bad.

Man is nature's sole mistake.

Life's a pudding full of plums.

Let the punishment fit the crime.

Life is a joke that's just begun.

Things are seldom what they seem.

A policeman's lot is not a happy one

It's love that makes the world go round.

A man is but an ass Who fights in a cuirass

poverty is obsolete and hunger is abolished

It is a glorious thing To be a Pirate King.

I am the very model of a modern major general

Bind up their wounds - but look the other way.

I see no objection to stoutness, in moderation.

I accept refreshment at any hands, however lowly.

I am a child of Nature, and take after my mother.

When everyone is somebody, then no one's anybody.

He did nothing in particular, and did it very well.

There's a fascination frantic in a ruin that's romantic.

For duty, duty must be done; The rule applies to everyone.

Isn't your life extremely flat,With nothing to grumble at?

Posterity will know as little of me as I know of posterity.

He led his regiment from behind. He found it less exciting.

If I can wheedle A knife or a needle, Why not a Silver Churn?

Wherever valor true is found, true modesty will there abound.

Life's perhaps the only riddle That we shrink from giving up.

Though I'm anything but clever, I could talk like that forever.

So I fell in love with a rich attorney's Elderly ugly daughter.

In all the woes that curse our race there is a lady in the case.

Deerstalking would be a very fine sport if only the deer had guns.

Darwinian man, though well-behaved, at best is only a monkey shaved.

Posterity shall know of me even less than I shall know of posterity.

Roll on, thou ball, roll on! Through pathless realms of Space, Roll on!

every Jack He must study the knack If he wants to make sure of his Jill!

There's fish in the sea, no doubt of it, As good as ever came out of it.

Ah, pray no mistake, We are not shy; We're very wide awake The Moon and I.

Bow, bow, ye lower middle classes! Bow, bow, ye tradesmen, bow, ye masses!

It isn't so much what's on the table that matters, as what's on the chairs.

Oh, wouldn't the world seem dull and flat with nothing whatever to grumble at?

My family pride is something inconceivable. I can't help it. I was born sneering.

I always voted at my party's call, and I never thought of thinking for myself at all.

I shall carry to the Catacombs of Age, Photographically lined On the tablet of my mind

Is life a boon? If so, it must befall That Death, whene'er he call, Must call too soon.

No one can have a higher opinion of him than I have; and I think he's a dirty little beast.

When every blessed thing you have is made of silver, or of gold, you long for simple pewter.

Utopia's quite another land; In her enterprising movements, She is England--with improvements

On my face extended flat I was walloped with a cat For listening at the key-hole of the door.

Spurn not the nobly born with love affected; nor treat with virtuous scorn the well connected.

The idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone, All centuries but this, and every country but his own.

I love my fellow creatures - I do all the good I can - yet everybody says I'm such a disagreeable man!

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