Charles Dickens

I am well aware that I am the 'umblest person going . . . let the
other be where read more

I am well aware that I am the 'umblest person going . . . let the
other be where he may.

Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures read more

Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are!

When I got up to the Peacock--where I found everybody drinking
hot punch in self-preservation.

When I got up to the Peacock--where I found everybody drinking
hot punch in self-preservation.

Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship;
and pass the rosy wine.

Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship;
and pass the rosy wine.

The next time you go out to a smoking party, young feller, fill
your pipe with that 'ere reflection.

The next time you go out to a smoking party, young feller, fill
your pipe with that 'ere reflection.