I drink, I huff, I strut, look big and stare; And all this I can do, because I dare.
O! what a prodigal have I been of that most valuable of all possessions Time!
A mans fame and hayre grow most after death, and are both equally uselesse.
Our Poets make us laugh at Tragลdy, And with their Comoedies they make us cry.
We recognised that just putting more flights and more passengers into the skies over southeast England wasn't worth the environmental costs we-re paying.
Kisses are but like sands of gold and silver, found upon the ground which are not worth much themselves but as they promise a mine near too be dig'd.