Sure The Shovel And Tongs

A Baby Was Sleeping, Its Mother Was Weeping.

My Hearing Has Suffered Seriously; Just Now I Am Obliged To Have The Assistance Of An Ear Trumpet. Think Of That, My Beauty! - There 's A State For Your Old Lover To Be In! - No More Tender Whisperings! Imagine Sweet Confessions To Be Made Through An Ear Trumpet!

There's Luck In Odd Numbers.

Where's The Snow That Fell The Year That's Fled--where's The Snow?

Circumstances Are The Rulers Of The Weak; They Are But The Instruments Of The Wise.