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It'is Like A Book, I Think, This Bloomin' World.

A Woman's Guess Is Much More Accurate Than A Man's Certainty.

You May Talk O' Gin And Beer When You're Quartered Safe Out 'ere, An' You're Sent To Penny-fights An' Aldershot It; But When It Comes To Slaughter You Will Do Your Work On Water, An' You'll Lick The Bloomin' Boots Of 'im That's Got It.

If You Can Dream - And Not Make Dreams Your Master.

I've Taken My Fun Where I've Found It, An' Now I Must Pay For My Fun, For The More You 'ave Known O' The Others The Less Will You Settle To One.