Things Are Seldom What They Seem.

When Wellington Thrashed Bonaparte, As Every Child Can Tell, The House Of Peers, Throughout The War, Did Nothing In Particular, And Did It Very Well

The Happiest Hour A Sailor Sees Is When He's Down At An Inland Town, With His Nancy On His Knees, Yo Ho! And His Arm Around Her Waist!

Roll On, Thou Ball, Roll On! Through Pathless Realms Of Space, Roll On!

The Privilege And Pleasure That We Treasure Beyond Measure Is To Run On Little Errands For The Ministers Of State.

Things Are Seldom What They Seem.