Ten years ago she split the air To seize what she could spy Tonight she bumps against a chair, Betrayed by milky eye. She seems to pant, Time up, time up! My little dog must die, And lie in dust with Hector's pup; I So, presently, must I.
I am a conscientious man, when I throw rocks at seabirds I leave no tern unstoned.
A bit of talcum Is always walcum.
Why did the Lord give use so much quickness unless it was to avoid responsibility?
Professional men, they have no cares; whatever happens, they get theirs.
Sleep is perverse as human nature, Sleep is perverse as a legislature, Sleep is as forward as hives or goiters, And where it is least desired, it loiters.