Fuss is the froth of business.
It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.
A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.