The time comes when our hearts sink utterly When we remember Deirdre and her tale, And that her lips are dust.

To see Good Tennis! What divine joy Can fill our leisure, or our minds employ? Let other people play at other things The King of Games is still the Game of Kings.

Republic of the West, Enlightened, free, sublime, Unquestionably best Production of our time.

There were two good fellows I used to know. --How distant it all appears! We played together in football weather, And messed together for years: Now one of them's wed, and the other's dead So long that he's hardly missed Save by us, who messed with him years ago: But we're all in the old School List.