Go mad, and beat their wives; Plunge (after shocking lives) Razors and carving knives Into their gizzards.
Charles Stuart CalverleyThe heart which grief hath cankered, Hath one unfailing remedy - the Tankard.
Charles Stuart CalverleyThe auld wife sat at her ivied door, (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) A thing she had frequently done before; And her spectacles lay on her apron'd knees.
Charles Stuart Calverley