Maxioms by George Colman ("the Younger")
I marched the lobby, twirled my stick,
. . . .
The girls all cried, "He's quite read more
I marched the lobby, twirled my stick,
. . . .
The girls all cried, "He's quite the kick."
All argument will vanish before one touch of nature.
All argument will vanish before one touch of nature.
When the hollow drum has beat to bed
And the little fifer hangs his head,
When all read more
When the hollow drum has beat to bed
And the little fifer hangs his head,
When all is mute the Moorish flute,
And nodding guards watch wearily,
On, then let me,
From prison free,
March out by moonlight cheerily.
Like two single gentlemen rolled into one.
- George Colman ("The Younger"),
Like two single gentlemen rolled into one.
- George Colman ("The Younger"),
On their own merits modest men are dumb.
On their own merits modest men are dumb.
