I Covet Honour In The Same Way

The Wiser A Man Becomes, The More He Will Read, And Those Who Are Wisest Read Most.

But A Mermaid Has No Tears, And Therefore She Suffers So Much More.

Well, Yes: People Write Poems When They Are In Love, But A Wise Man Will Not Print Them.

Now, If We Only Had As Many Casks Of Butter As There Are People Here, Then I Would Eat Lots Of Butter!

Far Out In The Ocean, Where The Water Is As Blue As The Prettiest Cornflower, And As Clear As Crystal, It Is Very, Very Deep; So Deep, Indeed, That No Cable Could Fathom It: Many Church Steeples, Piled One Upon Another, Would Not Reach From The Ground Beneath To The Surface Of The Water Above. There Dwell The Sea King And His Subjects.