Sure Men Were Born To Lie, And

In Love We Are All Fools Alike.

One Wife Is Too Much For Most Husbands To Bear, But Two At A Time There's No Mortal Can Bear.

Is There No Hope? The Sick Man Said, The Silent Doctor Shook His Head, And Took His Leave With Signs Of Sorrow, Despairing Of His Fee To-morrow.

Whence Is Thy Learning? Hath Thy Toil O'er Books Consumed The Midnight Oil?

[gulliver Was Soon Being Read] "from The Cabinet Council To The Nursery".