It is a glorious thing To be a Pirate King.
Isn't your life extremely flat,With nothing to grumble at?
If you're anxious to shine in the high aesthetic line as a man of culture rare, you must get up all the germs of the transcendental terms, and plant them everywhere.
You must lie upon the daisies and discourse in novel phrases of complicated state of mind. The meaning doesn't matter if it's only idle chatter of a transcendental kind.
Let the punishment fit the crime.
I know everybody's income and what everybody earns, And I carefully compare it with the income-tax returns
The idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone, All centuries but this, and every country but his own.
Though I'm anything but clever, I could talk like that forever.
Is life a boon? If so, it must befall That Death, whene'er he call, Must call too soon.
To sit in solemn silence on a dull, dark dock in a pestilential prison with a life-long lock awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock from a cheap and chippy chopper on a big, black block.
Things are seldom what they seem.
If you give me your attention, I will tell you what I am: I'm a genuine philanthropist--all other kinds are sham. Each little fault of temper and each social defect In my erring fellow creatures, I endeavor to correct.
My family pride is something inconceivable. I can't help it. I was born sneering.
It's true I've got no shirts to wear; It's true my butcher's bill is due; It's true my prospects all look blue - But don't let that unsettle you.
My object all sublime I shall achieve in time- To let the punishment fit the crime- The punishment fit the crime.
I love my fellow creatures - I do all the good I can - yet everybody says I'm such a disagreeable man!
every Jack He must study the knack If he wants to make sure of his Jill!
Strike the concertina's melancholy string! Blow the spirit-stirring harp like any thing! Let the piano's martial blast Rouse the Echoes of the Past
When Wellington thrashed Bonaparte, As every child can tell, The House of Peers, throughout the war, Did nothing in particular, And did it very well
Roll on, thou ball, roll on! Through pathless realms of Space, Roll on!
In the discovery of secret things and in the investigation of hidden causes, stronger reasons are obtained from sure experiments and demonstrated arguments than from probable conjectures and the opinions of philosophical speculators of the common sort.
I accept refreshment at any hands, however lowly.
In all the woes that curse our race there is a lady in the case.
Utopia's quite another land; In her enterprising movements, She is England--with improvements
A man is but an ass Who fights in a cuirass
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