Some Smack Of Age In You, Some

Britain Is A World By Itself, And We Will Nothing Pay For Wearing Our Own Noses.

When Most I Wink, Then Do My Eyes Best See

I Heard A Bustling Rumor Like A Fray, And The Wind Blows It From The Capitol.

Mirth Cannot Move A Soul In Agony.

O, When She's Angry, She Is Keen And Shrewd! She Was A Vixen When She Went To School; And Though She Be But Little, She Is Fierce.