There is a history in all men's lives.
Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.
And too soon Marred are those so early Made.
The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart-see, they bark at me.
The head is not more native to the heart.
In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind.