The Toad Beneath The Harrow Knows Exactly

One Half Of My Head, From The Top Of My Skull To The Cleft Of My Jaw, Hammers, Bangs, Sizzles While The Other Half, Serene And Content, Looks On At The Agony Next Door.

In The Jungle, Life And Food Depend On Keeping Your Temper.

When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted And The Tubes Are Twisted And Dried, When The Oldest Colours Have Faded, And The Youngest Critic Has Died, We Shall Rest, And, Faith, We Shall Need It Lie Down For An Aeon Or Two, Till The Master Of All Good Workmen Shall Put Us To Work Anew!

Those Who Only Know England Know Not England.

I Worked Like A Horse And I Ate Like A Hog And I Slept Like A Dead Man.