The Silliest Woman Can Manage A Clever

What Stands If Freedom Fail? What Dies Of England Live?

We Have Learned To Whittle The Eden Tree To The Shape Of A Surplice Peg, We Have Learned To Bottle Our Parents Twain In The Yelk Of An Addled Egg. We Know That The Tail Must Wag The Dog, For The Horse Is Drawn By The Cart, But The Devil Whoops, As He Whooped Of Old; It's Clever, But Is It Art?

What Is A Woman That You Forsake Her, And The Hearth-fire And The Home-acre, To Go With The Old Grey Widow-maker?

A Man Can Never Have Too Much Red Wine, Too Many Books, Or Too Much Ammunition

Those Who Only Know England Know Not England.