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

There's a fascination frantic in a ruin that's romantic.

Bind up their wounds - but look the other way.

Saturday afternoon, although occurring at regular and well-foreseen intervals, always takes this railway by surprise.

Though I'm anything but clever, I could talk like that forever.

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!

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