That crack’d the nuts at once,
But with them crack’d his scull.
Young folks whene’er you feel inclined
To rompish sports and freedoms roughs,
Bear tit for tat in mind,
Nor give an elephant a cuff,
To be repaid in kind.
ON WINE AND SPIRITS.
George and Harry, accompanied by their tutor, went one day to pay a visit to a neighbouring gentleman, their father’s friend. They were very kindly received, and shown all about the gardens and pleasure-grounds; but nothing took their fancy so much as an extensive grapery, hung round with bunches of various kinds fully ripe, and almost too big for the vines to support. They were liberally treated with the fruit, and carried away some bunches to eat as they walked. During their return, as they were picking their grapes, George said to the tutor, “A thought is just come into my head, sir. Wine, you know is called the juice of the grape; but wine is hot, and intoxicates people that drink much of it. Now we have had a good deal of grape-juice this morning, and yet I do not feel heated, nor does it seem at all to have got into our heads. What is the reason of this?”
Tut. The reason is, that grape-juice is not wine, though wine is made from it.