I have already given two cousins to the war and I stand ready to sacrifice my wife's brother.

I have already given two cousins to the war and I stand ready to sacrifice my wife's brother.

My wife is one of the best wimin on this Continent, altho' she isn't always gentle as a lamb with mint sauce.

The happy married man dies in good stile at home, surrounded by his weeping wife and children. The old bachelor don't die at all - he sort of rots away, like a pollywog's tail.

They drink with impunity, or anybody who invites them.

I'm not a politician and my other habits are good.