But I Am A Just Man, Even

My Hour For Tea Is Half-past Five, And My Buttered Toast Waits For Nobody.

Any Woman Who Is Sure Of Her Own Wits, Is A Match, At Any Time, For A Man Who Is Not Sure Of His Own Temper.

I Am (thank God) Constitutionally Superior To Reason.

I Am A Citizen Of The World, And I Have Met, In My Time, With So Many Different Sorts Of Virtue, That I Am Puzzled, In My Old Age, To Say Which Is The Right Sort And Which Is The Wrong.

Husbands And Wives Talk Of The Cares Of Matrimony, And Bachelors And Spinsters Bear Them.