"Wot's in a name?" she sez. 'Struth, I dunno. Billo is just as good as Romeo. - C. J. Dennis

Oh, to be in England Now that Summer’s there!
For who plays the Game in England Is each morning well aware
That the cricket-pitch is water-logged,
And the in-field’s wet and the out-field’s bogged: For it’s surely raining, anyhow, In England—now!

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.

Willy! O 'ell! 'Ere wus a flamin' pill! A moniker that alwus makes me ill.
"If it's the same to you, mum," I replies "I answer quicker to the name of Bill."