Let The Punishment Fit The Crime.

If You're Anxious To Shine In The High Aesthetic Line As A Man Of Culture Rare, You Must Get Up All The Germs Of The Transcendental Terms, And Plant Them Everywhere.

I See No Objection To Stoutness, In Moderation.

Society Has Quite Forsaken All Her Wicked Courses, Which Empties Our Police Courts, And Abolishes Divorces.

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

If The Jests That You Crack Have An Orthodox Smack, You May Get A Bland Smile From These Sages; But Should It, By Chance, Be Imported From France, Half-a-crown Is Stopped Out Of Your Wages!