Humor e Ironia

His laughter tinkled among the teacups.

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous— Almost, at times, the Fool.

Lily O’Grady, Silly and shady, Longing to be A lazy lady.

The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them—

Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Why is there always a secret singing When a lawyer cashes in? Why does a hearse horse snicker Hauling a lawyer away?

The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee.

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee And I’ll forgive Thy great big one on me.

If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes Will keep my talk from getting overwise, I’m not the one for putting off the proof. Let it be overwhelming.

It’s a very odd thing— As odd as can be— That whatever Miss T. eats Turns into Miss T.

The flanneled fools at the wicket or the muddied oafs at the goals.

The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where each tooth point goes; The butterfly upon the road Preaches contentment to that toad.

And a woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.

Mark how my fame rings out from zone to zone: A thousand critics shouting: “He’s unknown!”

Yes; quaint and curious war is! You shoot a fellow down You’d treat if met where any bar is, Or help to half-a-crown.

The world has joked incessantly for over fifty centuries. And every joke that’s possible has long ago been made.

Which I wish to remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar, Which the same I would rise to explain.

When everyone is somebodee, Then no one’s anybody!

Of that there is no manner of doubt— No probable, possible shadow of doubt— No possible doubt whatever.

He led his regiment from behind— He found it less exciting.

A source of innocent merriment!

My object all sublime I shall achieve in time— To let the punishment fit the crime. 3

Here’s a pretty state of things! Here’s a pretty how-de-do!

Then the idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone, All centuries but this, and every country but his own.