The pith of my idea is that people should choose their own work hours.

They get a kiss in before two mothers, germ-fear making them look angry, swoop the kids awav. Babies are crying, sleeping, sucking, cowboy-riding on knees, sticking their hands into their dads' mouths.

Remember what happened last fall? That's his beef with me.

This ſentence ſerues, and that my hand out-ſtrikes, / That pleaſeth vvell, and this as much miſlikes, […]