Henry James Byron

My dog, who picks up everything one teaches, Has got "three heads," like Mr. Gladstone's speeches, But, as might naturally be expected, His are considerably more connected.

Smart soldiers like to be well tightened in: Loose habits would destroy all discipline.

The least drop in the world I do not mind: "Cognac"'s a noun I never yet declin'd.

Love levels all,—it elevates the clown, And often brings the fattest people down.

Life's too short for chess.

This gardener's rule applies to youth and age, When young sow wild oats, but when old grow sage.