April, April, Laugh thy girlish laughter, Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears!
| Topic: April Author: Sir William Watson His friends he loved. His direst earthly foes-- Cats--I believe he did but feign to hate. My hand will miss the insinuated nose, Mine eyes the tail that wagged contempt at Fate. | Topic: Cats Author: Sir William Watson Black cat or white cat, it's a good cat that catches the mice. | Topic: Cats Author: Sir William Watson It doesn't matter if a cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice. | Topic: Cats Author: Sir William Watson But when dread Sloth, the Mother of Doom, steals in, And reigns where Labour's glory was to serve, Then is the day of crumbling not far off. | Topic: Work Author: Sir William Watson Too long, that some may rest, Tired millions toil unblest. | Topic: Work Author: Sir William Watson 1 |
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