We Learn Words By Rote,

But Very Little Achievement Is Required In Order To Pity Another Man's Shortcomings.

There's Folks 'ud Stand On Their Heads And Then Say The Fault Was I' Their Boots.

Your Trouble's Easy Borne When Everybody Gives It A Lift For You.

It Cuts One Sadly To See The Grief Of Old People; They've No Way O' Working It Off; And The New Spring Brings No New Shoots Out On The Withered Tree.

Speech May Be Barren; But It Is Ridiculous To Suppose That Silence Is Always Brooding On A Nestful Of Eggs.