What Is The Moral? Who Rides May

There Rise Her Timeless Capitals Of Empires Daily Born, Whose Plinths Are Laid At Midnight And Whose Streets Are Packed At Morn; And Here Come Tired Youths And Maids That Feign To Love Or Sin In Tones Like Rusty Razor Blades To Tunes Like Smitten Tin.

Every Woman Knows All About Everything.

All The Money In The World Is No Use To A Man Or His Country If He Spends It As Fast As He Makes It. All He Has Left Is His Bills And The Reputation For Being A Fool.

There's A Legion That Never Was 'listed, That Carries No Colours Or Crest, But, Split In A Thousand Detachments, Is Breaking The Road For The Rest.

Never Praise A Sister To A Sister, In The Hope Of Your Compliments Reaching The Proper Ears, And So Preparing The Way For You Later On. Sisters Are Women First, And Sisters Afterwards; And You Will Find That You Do Yourself Harm.