All Bayonets Are Bad.

The Happiest Hour A Sailor Sees Is When He's Down At An Inland Town, With His Nancy On His Knees, Yo Ho! And His Arm Around Her Waist!

Roll On, Thou Ball, Roll On! Through Pathless Realms Of Space, Roll On!

It's True I've Got No Shirts To Wear; It's True My Butcher's Bill Is Due; It's True My Prospects All Look Blue - But Don't Let That Unsettle You.

The Law Is The True Embodiment Of Everything That's Excellent; It Has No Kind Of Fault Or Flaw And I, My Lords, Embody The Law.

My Object All Sublime I Shall Achieve In Time- To Let The Punishment Fit The Crime- The Punishment Fit The Crime.