Of all the husbands on the earth, The sailor has the finest berth, For in 'is cabin he can sit, And sail and sail and let 'er knit

We always look at how secure the berth is and what it can withstand,

She would definitely be the oldest living animal on Earth ... I can't see why she shouldn't live till 200.

I just never subscribed to the theory that at age 55, you fall off the face of the earth on the Tour, ... I always felt that was too young of an age for that.

[I]t is dangerous for a bride to be apologetic about her husband.

It is something-it can be everything-to have found a fellow bird with whom you can sit among the rafters while the drinking and boasting and reciting and fighting go on below.