Don't let's go to the dogs tonight, For mother will be there. - A. P. Herbert

Nobody's wrong but England – and England's always wrong,
Too late – or else too early – too soft – or else too strong.
And when for once the wide world begins to praise her name
Her own sons crowd and hurry to shout her back to shame.

The portions of a woman which appeal to man's depravity
Are constructed with considerable care.

The laws were very comical; to bet was voted lax,
But your betting was the only thing that nobody could tax.