William S. Gilbert

My object all sublime
I shall achieve in time--
To let the punishment fit the crime.

My object all sublime
I shall achieve in time--
To let the punishment fit the crime.

Now landsmen all, whoever you may be,
If you want to rise to the top of the tree,
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Now landsmen all, whoever you may be,
If you want to rise to the top of the tree,
If your soul isn't fettered to an office stool,
Be careful to be guided by this golden rule--
Stick close to your desks and never go to sea,
And you all may be Rulers of the Queen's Navee.

Something lingering with boiling oil in it . . . something
humorous but lingering--with either boiling oil or melted read more

Something lingering with boiling oil in it . . . something
humorous but lingering--with either boiling oil or melted lead.

Oh! to be wafted away
From this black Aceldama of sorrow,
Where the dust of an earthy read more

Oh! to be wafted away
From this black Aceldama of sorrow,
Where the dust of an earthy to-day
Makes the earth of a dusty to-morrow.

I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.

I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.