There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
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There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But when we are certain of sorrow in store
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

But in come canine Paradise
Your wraith, I know, rebukes the moon,
And quarters every plain and read more

But in come canine Paradise
Your wraith, I know, rebukes the moon,
And quarters every plain and hill,
Seeking its master. . . . As for me
This prayer at least the gods fulfill
That when I pass the flood and see
Old Charon by Stygian coast
Take toll of all the shades who land,
Your little, faithful barking ghost
May leap to lick my phantom hand.

What a dog I got, his favorite bone is in my arm.

What a dog I got, his favorite bone is in my arm.

The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart--see, they bark at me.

The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart--see, they bark at me.

Don't accept your dog's admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful.

Don't accept your dog's admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful.

It's no coincidence that man's best friend cannot talk.

It's no coincidence that man's best friend cannot talk.

The more one comes to know men, the more one comes to admire the
dog.
[Lat., Plus on read more

The more one comes to know men, the more one comes to admire the
dog.
[Lat., Plus on apprend a connaltre l'homme, plus on apprend a
estimer le chien.]

The cowardly dog barks more violently than it bites.
[Lat., Canis timidus vehementius latrat quam mordet.]

The cowardly dog barks more violently than it bites.
[Lat., Canis timidus vehementius latrat quam mordet.]

Who loves me will love my dog also.
[Fr., Que me amat, amet et canem meum.]

Who loves me will love my dog also.
[Fr., Que me amat, amet et canem meum.]