And the Angel told Tom if he'd be a good boy, He'd have God for his father & never want joy....
And so Tom awoke and we rose in the dark And got with our bags & our brushes to work. Tho' the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm, So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A good neighbour, even in this, Is fatal sometimes, cuts your morning up... To mince-meat of the very smallest talk, Then helps to sugar her bohea at night With your reputation.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
... the Hatter [said], tossing his head contemptuously. "I dare say you never even spoke to Time!" "Perhaps not," Alice cauti...ously replied; "but I know I have to beat time when I learn music." "Ah! That accounts for it," said the Hatter. "He wo'n't stand beating. Now, if you only kept on good terms with him, he'd do almost anything you liked with the clock. for instance, suppose it were nine o'clock in the morning, just in time to begin lessons: you'd only have to whisper a hint to Time, and round goes the clock in a twinkling! Half past one, time for dinner!" I rarely disobeyed Daddy, both because of my respect for him and because I knew that punishment for my transgressions would be certain and sometimes severe.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I am convinced that a light supper, a good night's sleep, and a fine morning, have sometimes made a hero of the same man, who, by ...an indigestion, a restless night, and rainy morning, would have proved a coward.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
[My father] was a lazy man. It was the days of independent incomes, and if you had an independent income you didn't work. You were...n't expected to. I strongly suspect that my father would not have been particularly good at working anyway. He left our house in Torquay every morning and went to his club. He returned, in a cab, for lunch, and in the afternoon went back to the club, played whist all afternoon, and returned to the house in time to dress for dinner.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Huw: Bron, would you have me to live in this house, and have my wages? Bronwen: Your home is with your mother.... Huw: It was she who sent me. Bronwen: From pity. Huw: No, from sense. If you put clothes on night and morning, let them be my clothes. Bronwen: Good old man.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »