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.

I am a child of Nature, and take after my mother.

When you are lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is tabooed by anxiety, I conceive you may use any language you choose to indulge in without impropriety.

My object all sublime I shall achieve in time- To let the punishment fit the crime- The punishment fit the crime.

All bayonets are bad.

When every blessed thing you have is made of silver, or of gold, you long for simple pewter.

To sit in solemn silence on a dull, dark dock in a pestilential prison with a life-long lock awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock from a cheap and chippy chopper on a big, black block.