Cats Are A Mysterious Kind Of Folk.

O, What A Tangled Web We Weave When First We Practise To Deceive!

He Hath A Share Of Man's Intelligence, But No Share Of Man's Falsehood.

Covetousness Bursts The Sack And Spills The Grain.

Soldier, Rest! Thy Warfare O'er.

And Children Know, Instinctive Taught, The Friend And Foe.