If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.

Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

I see it as a responsibility of mine to teach others.

She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises.

When I see pot-bellied cyclists wearing the 'maillot jaune,' it appals me.

'Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman.