Books Are Men Of Higher Stature.

Oh, A Day In The City-square, There Is No Such Pleasure In Life!

Women Know The Way To Rear Up Children (to Be Just). They Know A Simple, Merry, Tender Knack Of Tying Sashes, Fitting Baby-shoes, And Stringing Pretty Words That Make No Sense. And Kissing Full Sense Into Empty Words.

Measure Not The Work Until The Day's Out And The Labor Done.

The Large White Owl That With Eye Is Blind, That Hath Sate For Years In The Old Tree Hollow, Is Carried Away In A Gust Of Wind.

So Mothers Have God's License To Be Missed.