I've A Neater, Sweeter Maiden In A

Our Loves Are Not Given, But Only Lent, At Compound Interest Of Cent Per Cent.

As I Pass Through My Incarnations In Every Age And Race... And The Hearts Of The Meanest Were Humbled.

Of All The Trees That Grow So Fair Old England To Adorn, Greater Are None Beneath The Sun Than Oak, And Ash And Thorn.

Gentleman-rankers Out On The Spree, Damned From Here To Eternity.

I Had Never Seen The Jungle. They Fed Me Behind Bars From An Iron Pan Till One Night I Felt That I Was Bagheera - The Panther - And No Man's Plaything, And I Broke The Silly Lock With One Blow Of My Paw And Came Away; And Because I Had Learned The Ways Of Men, I Became More Terrible In The Jungle Than Shere Khan.