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• A man that 's fond precociously of stirring Must be a spoon.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Morning Meditatio...
• Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Bridge of Sigh...
• Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- A Table of Errata...
• O God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Song of the Shi...
• Another tumble! That 's his precious nose!
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Parental Ode to my Infant So...
• My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Song of the Shi...
• I tell ya, drugs never worked out for me. The first time I tried smoking pot I didn't know what I was doing.
  I smoked half the joint, got the munchies, and ate the other half....
• He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Miss Kilmansegg, Her Dream...
• A married man sho wants to conceal his drunken infidelities can easily wake up in the morning wondering who he's lying next to.