From thousands of our undone widows One may derive some wit.

'Tis slight, not strength, that gives the greatest lift.

Wilt make haste to give up thy verdict because thou wilt not lose thy dinner.

I smell a rat.

I caught my wife in bed with another man. I was crushed. I said: 'Get off me, you two!'

I am forced, as I have often said, to try to make myself laugh, that I may not cry: for one or other I must do.

But, as it is, this pied collection begs your indulgence - it's been spun from threads both sad and humoristic, themes popular or idealistic, products of caref…