I've A Neater, Sweeter Maiden In A

Favouritism Governed Kissage, Even As It Does In This Age.

Good Lord! Who Can Account For The Fathomless Folly Of The Public?

What Is The Law Of The Jungle? Strike First And Then Give Tongue.

Shere Khan, The Big One, Has Shifted His Hunting Grounds. He Will Hunt Among These Hills For The Next Moon, So He Has Told Me.

If England Was What England Seems, An Not The England Of Our Dreams, But Only Putty, Brass, An' Paint, 'ow Quick We'd Chuck 'er! But She Ain't!