Why, What A Temper You Are In!

If You Don't Know Where You're Going Any Road Will Do

You Are Old Father William,' The Young Man Said, 'and Your Hair Has Become Very White; And Yet You Incessantly Stand On Your Head-do You Think, At Your Age, It Is Right?

One! Two! And Through And Through The Vorpal Blade Went Snickersnack! He Left It Dead, And With Its Head He Went Galumphing Back.

It's Always Tea-time.

When You Are Describing, A Shape, Or Sound, Or Tint; Don't State The Matter Plainly, But Put It In A Hint; And Learn To Look At All Things, With A Sort Of Mental Squint.