The child is father of the man.
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more.
A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave!
The childhood of today is the manhood of tomorrow
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.