Of thee (kind boy) I ask no red and white to make up my delight,... no odd becoming graces, Black eyes, or little know-not-whats, in faces; Make me but mad enough, give me good store Of Love, for her I Court I ask no more, 'Tis love in love that makes the sport.
"Mother" has always been a generic term synonymous with love, devotion, and sacrifice. There's always been something mystical and ...reverent about them. They're the Walter Cronkites of the human race . . . infallible, virtuous, without flaws and conceived without original sin, with no room for ambivalence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There's no nation under the sun can beat the English for ill-politeness: for my part, I hate the very sight of them; and so I shal...l only just visit a person of quality or two of my particular acquaintance, and then I shall go back again to France.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"There's no use trying," she said: "one can't believe impossible things." "I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Quee...n. "When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »