The Fool's Crime Is The

My Hour For Tea Is Half-past Five, And My Buttered Toast Waits For Nobody.

The Fool's Crime Is The Crime That Is Found Out And The Wise Man's Crime Is The Crime That Is Not Found Out.

Some Of Us Rush Through Life, And Some Of Us Saunter Through Life. Mrs Vesey Sat Through Life.

I Say What Other People Only Think, And When All The Rest Of The World Is In A Conspiracy To Accept The Mask For The True Face, Mine Is The Rash Hand That Tears Off The Plump Pasteboard And Shows The Bare Bones Beneath.

But I Am A Just Man, Even To My Enemy - And I Will Acknowledge, Beforehand, That They Are Cleverer Brains Than I Thought Them