Counsel of the overwise to go jolting through the soul Love knows not distance; it hath no continent When a child is born the mother also is born again THE RIGHT OF WAY, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#70][gp70w10.txt]6143 He had had acquaintances, but never friendships, and never loves He has wheeled his nuptial bed into the street He left his fellow-citizens very much alone I am only myself when I am drunk I should remember to forget it Liquor makes me human Nervous legs at a gallop So say your prayers, believe all you can, don't ask questions Was not civilisation a mistake Who knows! THE RIGHT OF WAY, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#71][gp71w10.txt]6144 Is the habit of good living mere habit and mere acting Suspicion, the bane of sick old age THE RIGHT OF WAY, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#72][gp72w10.txt]6145 Always hoping the best from the worst of us Have not we all something to hide--with or without shame? In all secrets there is a kind of guilt Pathetically in earnest Things that once charmed charm less THE RIGHT OF WAY, by G. Parker, v4 [GP#73][gp73w10.txt]6146 A left-handed boy is all right in the world Damnable propinquity Hugging the chain of denial to his bosom I have a good memory for forgetting Importunity with discretion was his motto It is good to live, isn't it? Know how bad are you, and doesn't mind Strike first and heal after--"a kick and a lick" THE RIGHT OF WAY, by G. Parker, v5 [GP#74][gp74w10.txt]6147 Good fathers think they have good daughters Shure, if we could always be 'about the same,' we'd do THE RIGHT OF WAY, by G. Parker, v6 [GP#75][gp75w10.txt]6148 Youth is the only comrade for youth THE RIGHT OF WAY, by Parker, Complete [GP#76][gp76w10.txt]6149 A left-handed boy is all right in the world Always hoping the best from the worst of us Damnable propinquity Good fathers think they have good daughters Have not we all something to hide--with or without shame? He has wheeled his nuptial bed into the street He left his fellow-citizens very much alone He had had acquaintances, but never friendships, and never loves Hugging the chain of denial to his bosom I have a good memory for forgetting I am only myself when I am drunk I should remember to forget it Importunity with discretion was his motto In all secrets there is a kind of guilt Is the habit of good living mere habit and mere acting It is good to live, isn't it? Know how bad are you, and doesn't mind Liquor makes me human Nervous legs at a gallop Pathetically in earnest Shure, if we could always be 'about the same,' we'd do So say your prayers, believe all you can, don't ask questions Strike first and heal after--"a kick and a lick" Suspicion, the bane of sick old age Things that once charmed charm less Was not civilisation a mistake Who knows! Youth is the only comrade for youth MICHEL AND ANGELE, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#77][gp77w10.txt]6150