It Is A Glorious Thing To Be

Things Are Seldom What They Seem.

When Every Blessed Thing You Have Is Made Of Silver, Or Of Gold, You Long For Simple Pewter.

The Idiot Who Praises, With Enthusiastic Tone, All Centuries But This, And Every Country But His Own.

He Did Nothing In Particular, And Did It Very Well.

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!