I put two or three corns in my mouth, liked it, stole a handful, went into my chamber, chewed it, and for two months after never failed taking toll of every pennyworth of oatmeal that came into the house. - Joseph Addison, The Spectator, Vol. VI
But the holiday was for all, the rapture of awakening Nature for all, the various outdoor joys of puddles and sun and hedge-breaking for all.
Next day, while we were saddling, Ali and Abd el Kader appeared.
Then came I crying, and to-day, / With heavier cause to plain, / Depart I into death away, / Not to be born again.
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