What a wonderful bird the frog are!
When he stand he sit almost;
When he hop he fly almost.
He ain’t got no sense hardly;
He ain’t got no tail hardly either.
When he sit, he sit on what he ain’t got almost.
We may become the makers of our fate when we have ceased to pose as its prophets.
(to the Times) Sir, I see that every Christmas Handel gave "live" performances of his Messiah (The Register October 16).…
Till you can sing and rejoice and delight in God, as misers do in gold, and Kings in sceptres, you…