Praise the bridge that carried you over

Oh, London is a fine town, A very famous city, Where all the streets are paved with gold, And all the maidens pretty.

On their own merits modest men are dumb.

My father was an eminent button maker — but I had a soul above buttons — I panted for a liberal profession.

Lord help you! Tell ’em Queen Anne's dead.

Not to be sneezed at.

But when ill indeed, E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed.