I've A Neater, Sweeter Maiden In A

All We Have Of Freedom All We Use Or Know This Our Fathers Bought For Us Long And Long Ago

I've Taken My Fun Where I've Found It, An' Now I Must Pay For My Fun, For The More You 'ave Known O' The Others The Less Will You Settle To One.

Englishmen Are Not Usually Softened By Appeals To The Memory Of Their Mothers.

There's No Jealousy In The Grave.

Literature Is A Splendid Mistress, But A Bad Wife.