I propose that, should my intended turn into a variety of beasts,I shall go and find a nice chartered accountant somewhere.

Should I succumb to the urge to slaughter my new born babe, I will then have the good sense not to go offering all manner of blandishments to some other small person.

No matter how vexed in the matter of love I become, I will leave laurel leaves to the colour nature intended them to be

The bold Irish lad will at all times get the rough edge of my tongue and possibly a punch up the bracket irrespective of what he may say regarding sun rises.