Long exercised in woes.
I am so smart. I am so smart. I am so smart. S-M-R-T ... Uh, I mean S-M-A-R-T.
A boy without mischief is like a bowling ball without a liquid center.
down from his brow she ran his curls like thick hyacinth clusters full of blooms
I should rather labor as another's serf, in the home of a man without fortune, one whose livelihood was meager, than rule over all the departed dead.
The fates have given mankind a patient soul.