"A boy!" she sez. "An' bofe is doin' well!" I drops into a chair, an' jist sez—"'Ell!" It was a pray'r. I feels bofe crook an' glad. ... An' that's t… - C. J. Dennis

Someone has said
From the day we draw breath
Until life be sped
Two things are certain:
Taxes and death.
From the rise of the curtain,
On life's dreary round,
As hope wanes or waxes,
Man ever found
Two things are certain:
Taxes and death—
Especially taxes.

Yeh live, yeh love, yeh learn; an' when yeh come To square the ledger in some thortful hour,
The everlastin' answer to the sum Must allus be, "Where's sense in gittin' sour?"

It’s bad enough to be a bloke without one reel close friend;
But when your dog gives you the bird it’s pretty near the end.