The thirst to know and understand, a large and liberal discontent.

Pain with the thousand teeth.

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 wagg'd contempt at Fate.

And must I wholly banish hence these red and golden juices, and pay my vows to Abstinence, that pallidest of Muses?

April, April, Laugh thy girlish laughter, Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears!

Too long, that some may rest, Tired millions toil unblest.