Well, my second transposed, is a terrible snare;
It has broken the hearts of a million or more,
Has put rags on the back, filled asylums and jails,
And driven my whole from the door.
Now, if you would my first (teetotalers say),
The victims of sorrow and wrong,
Set them an example, the curse throw away,
Your joy will be great, and your life will be long.
Bless-ing.
Who would travel fastest—a man with one sack of flour on his back, or a man with two sacks? The man with two sacks, if they were empty, when they would be lighter than a sack of flour.
Why should there be a marine law against whispering? Because it is privateering (private hearing), and consequently illegal.
My first is the cause of my second, and my whole ought never to be broken, though unless it be holy, and be kept so, you can’t keep it at all? Sunday.
On what side of a church does a yew-tree grow? The outside!
Why is a field of grass like a person older than yourself? Because it’s past-your-age (pasturage).
Why is a boy like a puppy? Because he’s a younker (young cur).
What is that thing which we all eat and all drink, though it is often a man and often a woman? A toast!