Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe— Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. - Eugene Field

Oh, you who've been a-fishing will indorse me when I say
That it always is the biggest fish you catch that gets away!

Human thought is like a monstrous pendulum: it keeps swinging from one extreme to the other. Within the compass of five generations we find the Puritan first an uncompromising believer in demonology and magic, and then a scoffer at everything involving the play of fancy.

When I demanded of my friend what viands he preferred,
He quoth: "A large cold bottle, and a small hot bird!"