Nothing Is More Completely The Child Of

We Do That In Our Zeal Our Calmer Moment Would Be Afraid To Answer.

Lightly From Fair To Fair He Flew, And Loved To Plead, Lament, And Sue; Suit Lightly Won, And Short-lived Pain, For Monarchs Seldom Sigh In Vain.

There Is A Southern Proverb - Fine Words Butter No Parsnips.

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

Here Is Neither Want Of Appetite Nor Mouths, Pray Heaven We Be Not Scant Of Meat Or Mirth.