It Is A Melancholy Truth That Even

Dumb As A Drum Vith A Hole In It, Sir.

They Are So Filthy And Bestial That No Honest Man Would Admit One Into His House For A Water-closet Doormat.

It Is A Melancholy Truth That Even Great Men Have Their Poor Relations.

I Love Your Daughter Fondly, Dearly, Disinterestedly, Devotedly. If Ever There Were Love In The World, I Love Her.

Any Man May Be In Good Spirits And Good Temper When He's Well Dressed. There Ain't Much Credit In That.