Things are seldom what they seem.

Things are seldom what they seem, / Skim milk masquerades as cream.

Matrimonial devotion doesn't seem to suit her notion.

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!