We have heard it. Oft we heard i… In whatever fields we practise, ar… Ever praise for the performance, s… From who would extol the action ye… Thus, in painting, think how often…

O ye women! WIMMIN! WEEMIN… See our tears repentant streamin’! See the pearly drops a-gleamin’, Streamin’ from our rheumy eye! Mark our weskits palpitatin’.

Ladies and gentlemen: I take this… To introduce myself and mention th… essentially an agricultural commun… Altho’ in our metropolitan centres… Most of us, directly or indirectly…

Oh, what a pleasant game is life When we are bravely batting And glorying in skill and strife. We scorn defensive patting As Fate sends down the easy ones

Old Pete Parraday, he isn’t very… Or so the local gossips say - The… His crazy views and values, and th… ‘Better had he saved his money,’ s… ‘And not become a pensioner with a…

‘The flamin’ cows!' ‘e ses; ’e did… ’Twas ‘orrible the langwidge that… It made me blood run cold to ‘ear… An’ me that taken-back-like an’ co… W’ile them poor beasts 'e belted a…

Mrs Felix Donnett was a lady of r… For ten years her husband was mayo… For ten years she queened it as ou… And ‘everything she did, my dear,’… But the mayoral pomp sat lightly o…

Mr. Pericles, M.P., In four-sixty-nine B.C., Outed Cimon at a general election… Premier Cimon, thuswise ex-ed, Was quite naturally vexed,

’Tis morn. An individualistic cock Proclaims the fact. The dissipated cat sneaks home for… ’Tis time to get up and act!

I’d like to be a barber, and learn… Calling out, ‘Next please! and po… All day I’d hear my scissors goin… I’d lather people’s faces, and the… While I shaved most carefully alo…

I’d like to be a postman, and walk… Calling out, ‘Good Morning, Sir,… Ringing every door-bell all along… In my cap and uniform so very nice… Perhaps I’d have a parasol in cas…

There’s been fierce argument of la… In my vicinitee, Between the Commonwealth and Stat… For I fell out with me. I am a sturdy Federalist,

Gyved and chained in his father’s… He toiled 'neath a conqueror’s rul… Bowed to the earth in the land of… The Slave who was Son of a Fool. Poor remnant he of a conquered rac…

‘One-and-two-and-three-and-four You’re playing it by ear, boy! E… Miss Trapp, the music teacher, ve… English and respectable, the town’… Sitting in her ‘front room,’ elder…

I’m sittin’ 'ere, Mick - sittin’… Feelin’ ‘arf glum, ’arf sorter - r… Thinkin’ strange, crooked thorts o… ’The 'eads is bowed thro’ all a co… An’ wond’rin - wond’rin 'in a kind…