Faultless to a fault.
So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!
Smiling the boy fell dead.
The common problem, yours, mine, everyone's Is ? not to fancy what were fair in life Provided it could be ? but, finding first What may be, then find how to make it fair Up to our means.
The best way to excape his ire Is, not to seem too happy.
There is no truer truth obtainable by Man than comes of music