Charles Sprague Quotes (2 Quotes)

Trade hardly deems the busy day begun, Till his keen eye along the sheet has run The blooming daughter throws her needle by, And reads her schoolmate's marriage with a sigh While the grave mother puts her glasses on, And gives a tear to some old crony gone.

Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doctor's spite Thy clouds all other clouds dispel, And lap me in delight.