how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet
Once more on my adventure brave and new.
What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.
Truth is truth howe'er it strike.
The world and life's too big to pass for a dream
I dare not so honor my mere wishes and prayers as to put them for a moment beside your noble acts; but this know, I would rather submit to the worst of deaths, so far as pain goes, than have a single dog or cat tortured on the pretence of sparing me a twinge or two.