As I Pass Through My Incarnations In

I've A Neater, Sweeter Maiden In A Cleaner, Greener Land!

When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted And The Tubes Are Twisted And Dried, When The Oldest Colours Have Faded, And The Youngest Critic Has Died, We Shall Rest, And, Faith, We Shall Need It Lie Down For An Aeon Or Two, Till The Master Of All Good Workmen Shall Put Us To Work Anew!

Satan Himself Can't Save A Woman Who Wears Thirty-shilling Corsets Under A Thirty-guinea Costume.

A Brave Heart And A Courteous Tongue. They Shall Carry Thee Far Through The Jungle, Manling.

If You Can Wait, And Not Be Tired By Waiting ... If You Can Dream, And Not Make Dreams Your Master; If You Can Think, And Not Make Thoughts Your Aim; If You Can Meet With Triumph And Disaster, And Treat Those Two Impostors Just The Same; ... Yours Is The Earth And Everything That's In It...