The mildest curate going.

I was a pale young curate then.

Life is made up of interruptions.

In enterprise of martial kind / When there was any fighting, / He led his reg'ment from behind / He found it less exciting.

I'm a greenery-yallery, Grosvenor Gallery, / Foot-in-the-grave young man!

I can trace my ancestry back to a protoplasmal primordial atomic globule. Consequently, my family pride is something inconceivable. I can't help it. I was born sneering.