Never go to France Unless you know the lingo, If you do, like me, You will repent, by jingo.

Straight down the Crooked Lane, And all round the Square.

No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member- No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves…

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence.

One of the most unfortunate things about being an unfit Englishman cycling long distances in France is the number of signs that yell 'PAIN' down every high str…

Tant pis and tant mieux, being two of the great hinges in French conversation, a stranger would do well to set himself right in the use of them before he gets …

I can't stand Paris. I hate the place. Full of people talking French, which is a thing I bar. It always seems to me so affected.