There is no more real satisfaction, in laying up in your bosom an injury than there is in stuffing a dead hornet, who has stung you, and keeping him to look at.
Josh Billings: His Works, Complete (1873)
There is no more real satisfaction, in laying up in your bosom an injury than there is in stuffing a dead hornet, who has stung you, and keeping him to look at.
Josh Billings: His Works, Complete (1873)