There Is No Reason Why

Justice Should Be Cheap But Judges Expensive.

Elderly Gentlemen, Gentle In All Respects, Kind To Animals, Beloved By Children, And Fond Of Music, Are Found In Lonely Corners Of The Downs, Hacking At Sandpits Or Tussocks Of Grass, And Muttering In A Blind, Ungovernable Fury Elaborate Maledictions Which Could Not Be Extracted From Them By Robbery Or Murder. Men Who Would Face Torture Without A Word Become Blasphemous At The Short Fourteenth. It Is Clear That The Game Of Golf May Well Be Included In That Category Of Intolerable Provocations Which May Legally Excuse Or Mitigate Behavior Not Otherwise Excusable.

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

Well, Fancy Giving Money To The Government! Might As Well Have Put It Down The Drain. Fancy Giving Money To The Government! Nobody Will See The Stuff Again. Well, They've Not Idea What Money's For- Ten To One They'll Start Another War. I've Heard A Lot Of Silly Things, But, Lor'! Fancy Giving Money To The Government!

My Ball Is In A Bunch Of Fern, A Jolly Place To Be; An Angry Man Is Close Astern- He Waves His Club At Me. Well, Let Him Wave-the Sky Is Blue; Go On, Old Ball, We Are But Two-we May Be Down In Three, Or Nine-or Ten-or Twenty-five-it Matters Not; To Be Alive, Is Good Enough For Me.