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A Dull Speaker, Like A Plain Woman, Is Credited With All The Virtues, For We Charitably Suppose That A Surface So Unattractive Must Be Compensated By Interior Blessings.

Greenfly, It's Difficult To See Why God, Who Made The Rose, Made Thee.

As My Poor Father Used To Say In 1963, Once People Start On All This Art Goodbye, Moralitee! And What My Father Used To Say Is Good Enough For Me.

The Rain Is Plentious But, By God's Decree, Only A Third Is Meant For You And Me; Two-thirds Are Taken By The Growing Things Or Vanish Heavenward On Vapour's Wings: Nor Does It Mathematically Fall With Social Equity On One And All. The Population's Habit Is To Grow In Every Region Where The Water's Low: Nature Is Blamed For Failings That Are Man's, And Well-run Rivers Have To Change Their Plans.

The Portions Of A Woman Which Appeal To Man's Depravity Are Constructed With Considerable Care.