Weep Not, Sweet Queen, For Trickling Tears

Shall Remain! Hear You This Triton Of The Minnows? Mark You His Absolute 'shall'?

France Is A Dog-hole, And It No More Merits The Tread Of A Man's Foot.

Foul Words Is But Foul Wind, And Foul Wind Is But Foul Breath, And Foul Breath Is Noisome; Therefore I Will Depart Unkissed.

This Making Of Christians Will Raise The Price Of Hogs.

Who Is Here So Vile That Will Not Love His Country?