Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.
And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, that one small head could carry all he knew.
The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.
Prudery is ignorance.
Life at the greatest and best is but a froward child, that must be humored and coaxed a little till it falls asleep, and then all the care is over.
Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie.