Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in, Time you thief, who love to get, Sweets into your list, you put in, Say you’re weary, say you’re sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I’m growing old, but add Jenny kissed me.
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There is only one difference between a long life and a good dinner: that, in the dinner, the sweets come last.
Life
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Those who have never had a father can at any rate never know the sweets of losing one. To most men the death of his father is a new lease of life.
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Stolen sweets are best.
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Aromatic plants bestow no spicy fragrance while they grow; but crush'd or trodden to the ground, diffuse their balmy sweets around.
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But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.
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