A-wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot.

Duke's son - cook's son - son of a hundred kings - / (Fifty thousand horse and foot going to Table Bay!).

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.