The egg it is the source of all. Tis everyone's ancestral hall. The bravest chief that ever fought, The lowest thief that e'er was caught, The harlot's lip, the maiden's leg, They each and all came from an egg. Clarence Day More Quotes by Clarence Day More Quotes From Clarence Day Tender are a mother's dreams, But her babe's not what he seems. See him plotting in his mind To grow up some other kind. Clarence Day growing-up mother dream Every maiden's weak and willin' When she meets the proper villian. Clarence Day maidens weak We must make the best of those ills which cannot be avoided. Clarence Day which cannot make must best
