'tis Not Enough To Help The Feeble

I Shall Laugh Myself To Death At This Puppy-headed Monster!

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles: Infected Minds To Their Deaf Pillows Will Discharge Their Secrets.

Britain Is A World By Itself, And We Will Nothing Pay For Wearing Our Own Noses.

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More; Or Close The Wall Up With Our English Dead! In Peace There's Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Stillness And Humility: But When The Blast Of War Blows In Our Ears, Then Imitate The Action Of The Tiger.

Is Twenty Hundred Kisses Such A Trouble?