I Ne'er Could Any Luster See In

That Old Man Dies Prematurely Whose Memory Records No Benefits Conferred. They Only Have Lived Long Who Have Lived Virtuously.

He Is The Very Pineapple Of Politeness.

Illiterate Him, I Say, Quite From Your Memory.

O Lord, Sir - When A Heroine Goes Mad She Always Goes Into White Satin.

Conscience Has No More To Do With Gallantry Than It Has With Politics.