"How would I hold a husband? Is it that you’re askin’ me? If it’s needful to hold, that is easily told— Be the scruff of his neck!" said she. - 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.

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

I sometimes think stone is too precious truly, Bronze far too permanent for human clods
Whom men rush in to celebrate unduly: Immortal stuff is for immortal gods
Carved by great artists. Let the celebration Of men be in such stuff as may be pulped;
Reserve the rock for glorious inspiration: Venus to pose, to sculpt.