Not milder is the general lot Because our spirits have forgot, In action's dizzying eddy whirled, The something that infects the world.
Remember Lot's wife.
The lot is fallen unto me in a fair ground: yea, I have a goodly heritage. See Kipling 473:53.
We're in the money, we're in the money We've got a lot of what it takes to get along.
It isanuneasy lot at best, tobe what we call highly taught and yet not to enjoy: to be present at thisgreat spectacle of life and never to be liberated from a small hungry shivering self.
When a felon's not engaged in his employment Or maturing his felonious little plans His capacity for innocent enjoyment Is just as great as any honest man's Ah! When constabulary duty's to be done A policeman's lot is not a happy one.
Dear husband! I take shame to myself that my purpose was less firm, that my heart lingered so far behind yours in preparing for this great epoch in our lives; that like Lot's wife, I still turned and looked back, and clung with all my strength to the land I was leaving. It was not the hardships of an emigrant's life I dreaded. I could bear mere physical privations philosophically enough; it was the loss of society in which I had moved, the want of congenial minds, of persons engaged in congenial pursuits, that made me so reluctant to respond to my husband's call.
A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine!
I sit on a man's back, choking him and making him carry me, and yet assure myself and others that I am very sorry for him and wish to ease his lot by all possible meansexcept by getting off his back.
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