Trouble's Made Us Kin.

We Cannot Reform Our Forefathers.

I'm Not One Of Those That Can See The Cat In The Dairy And Wonder What She's There For.

A Man Falling Into Dark Waters Seeks A Momentary Footing Even On Sliding Stones.

I Can't Abide To See Men Throw Away Their Tools I' That Way, The Minute The Clock Begins To Strike, As If They Took No Pleasure I' Their Work, And Was Afraid O' Doing A Stroke Too Much.... I Hate To See A Man's Arms Drop Down As If He Was Shot, Before The Clock's Fairly Struck, Just As If He'd Never A Bit O' Pride And Delight In's Work. The Very Grindstone 'ull Go On Turning A Bit After You Loose It.

Oh, Child, Men's Men: Gentle Or Simple, They're Much Of A Muchness.