Ornament Is But The Guiled Shore To

I Cannot Tell What The Dickens His Name Is.

Come The Three Corners Of The World In Arms, And We Shall Shock Them.

Dispute Not With Her: She Is Lunatic.

Think, When We Talk Of Horses, That You See Them Printing Their Proud Hoofs I' The Receiving Earth.

In Thee Thy Mother Dies, Our Household's Name, My Death's Revenge, Thy Youth, And England's Fame.