For A Ballad's A Thing You Expect

For Dhrames Always Go By Conthraries, My Dear.

Circumstances Are The Rulers Of The Weak; They Are But The Instruments Of The Wise.

When Once The Itch Of Literature Comes Over A Man, Nothing Can Cure It But The Scratching Of A Pen. But If You Have Not A Pen, I Suppose You Must Scratch Any Way You Can.

Sure The Shovel And Tongs To Each Other Belongs.

Reproof On Her Lip, But A Smile In Her Eye.