Wisdom from Polonius
Summertime and the living is easy,
Fish are jumping, and the cotton is high.
There warn’t anybody at the church, except maybe a hog or two, for there warn’t any lock on the door, and hogs likes a puncheon floor in summertime because it’s cool. If you notice, most folks don’t go to church only when they’ve got to; but a hog is different.
Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
Summer bachelors, like summer breezes, are never as cool as they pretend to be.
Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
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