See Monsieur Geborand, buying a pennyworth of paradise.
See Monsieur Geborand, buying a pennyworth of paradise.
What the deuce is it to me he interrupted impatiently you say that we go round the sun. If we went round the moon it would not make a pennyworth of difference to me or to my work.
When Death puts out our Flame, the Snuff will tell, If we were Wax, or Tallow by the Smell. At a great Pennyworth, pause a while.
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