And with our broth, and bread, and bits, sir friend, Youve fared well : pray make an end ; Two days youve larded here ; a third, ye know, Makes guests and fish smell strong ; pray go – Robert Herrick
I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing. – Agatha Christie
