My garden will never make me famous, I'm a horticultural ignoramus.
Then here's to the heartening wassail, Wherever good fellows are found; Be its master instead of its vassal, and order the glasses around.
A husband is a man who two minutes after his head touches the pillow is snoring like an overloaded omnibus.
Here's a good rule of thumb; too clever is dumb.
Wind is caused by the trees waving their branches.
Ten years ago she split the air To seize what she could spy Tonight she bumps against a chair, Betrayed by milky eye. She seems to pant, Time up, time up! My little dog must die, And lie in dust with Hector's pup; I So, presently, must I.