One thing about the past. It's likely to last.

The burnt child, urged by rankling ire, Can hardly wait to get back at the fire.

I test my bath before I sit, And I'm always moved to wonderment That what chills the finger not a bit Is so frigid upon the fundament.

Linguistics becomes an ever eerier area, like I feel like I'm in Oz, Just trying to tell it like it was.

You are much happier when you are happy than when you ain't.

Then here's to the heartening wassail, Wherever good fellows are found; Be its master instead of its vassal, and order the glasses around.

All husbands are alike, but they have different faces so you can tell them apart.