When Winter's rage abates, when chearful Hours Awake the Spring, and Spring awakes the Flow'rs, On the green Turf thy careleſs Limbs diſplay, And celebrate the mighty Mother's day.

The kids sacked out in the back seat before we made it home.

She's dressed in badass black and the barest amount of chrome that is acceptable. I love her, but she [a car] is not easy to drive.

“Keep your gold for those who lack it, mistress,” said Henry, “and do not offer to honest hands the money that is won by violing, and tabouring, and toetripping, and perhaps worse pastimes.