Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother. Jane Taylor
Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother.
Though man a thinking being is defined, Few use the grand prerogative of mind. How few think justly of the thinking few! How many never think, who think they do! Jane Taylor
Though man a thinking being is defined, Few use the grand prerogative of mind. How few think justly of the thinking few! How many never think, who think they do!
