His tail was a fountain.
More quotes by Eleanor Farjeon
It’s no use crying over spilt evils. It’s better to mop them up laughing.
Of what use to destroy the children of evil? It is evil itself we must destroy at the roots.
Of troubles know I none,
Of pleasures know I many —
I rove beneath the sun
Without a single penny.
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