In short, whoever you may be, To this conclusion you'll agree, When every one is somebodee, Then no one's anybody!

I accept refreshment at any hands, however lowly.

I am the Captain of the Pinafore ; And a right good captain too! . . . . And I'm never, never sick at sea! What, never? No, never! What never? Hardly ever! He's hardly ever sick at sea! Then give three cheers, and one cheer more, For the hardy Captain of the Pinafore!

No one can have a higher opinion of him than I have; and I think he's a dirty little beast.

When the enterprising burglar isn't burgling; When the cut-throat isn't occupied in crime; He loves to hear the little brook a-gurgling; And listen to the merry village chime.

There's fish in the sea, no doubt of it, As good as ever came out of it.

Spurn not the nobly born with love affected; nor treat with virtuous scorn the well connected.