'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor / With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead?

If he plays, being young and unskillful, For shekels of silver or gold, Take his money, my son praising Allah: The kid was ordained to be sold

God help us for we knew the worst too young.

I always try to believe the best of everybody -it saves so much trouble.

These are the four that are never content: that have never been filled since the dew began-
Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the kite, and the hands of the ape, and the eyes of Man.

We had a kettle; we let it leak:
Our not repairing made it worse.
We haven't had any tea for a week...
The bottom is out of the Universe.