[food stores: list] grocery, supermarket, candy store, sweet shop, confectionery, bakery, greengrocer, delicatessen, bakeshop, butcher shop, fish store, farmers' market, mom and pop store, dairy, health food store.

And make these beings that are knowne to be The onely serious object of true men Seeme shadowes, with substantiall stir she keeps About her shadowes, which if husbands love They must beleeve; and thus my other selfe Brings me another body to dispose, That have already much too much of one, And must not looke for any Soule of her To helpe to rule two bodies? Mom.

What winde blowes you hether, troe? Mom.

Now was there ever Lord so prodigall Of his owne honour'd bloud, and dignity? Mom.

Nay if I answere anie thing Mom.

shall I set my hand to your answere? Mom.

You may write, uncle, but if you get my hand to it Mom.

Why now, more then before I pray? Mom.

Remember that requitall was of your owne putting in, but it shall be after my fashion, I warrant ye. Mom.

Mom. T'will prove the better, Madam, doubt it not.

Is this the man that without passion loves? Mom.

Mom.

Mom. Said like my friend, and that I may not wrong

What shood he Court me withall else, my Lord? Mom.

what is your friend sicke? Mom.

Pray, good my Lord, what's that you talke on? Mom.

Pray my Lord whether was eldest, he or his elder brother? Mom.

why is not this candlesticke one of your jewells pray? Mom.

Come uncle shall we goe to supper now? Mom.

The bare chance that those little feet might never patter across the floor again, that little voice never wake her in the morning crying "Mom-mom," drove her distracted.

All but yon widowed, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashing spring: She, wretched matron, forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till mom; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.

SEE HORN, M. A. Mom and dad.

Mom, I'm home, by Syd Hoff, cartoonist & compiler.

" "I shall think of what I'm a minter, and you can't break it up, mom!"

I wuz highly tickled to see him, for I had some errents for him, and wanted to advise him for his good, and I advanced with outstretched hand and sez "Mr. President, I am delighted to see you!" He shook hands and said polite, "You have the advantage of me, mom.

[food stores: list] grocery, supermarket, candy store, sweet shop, confectionery, bakery, greengrocer, delicatessen, bakeshop, butcher shop, fish store, farmers' market, mom and pop store, dairy, health food store.

And make these beings that are knowne to be The onely serious object of true men Seeme shadowes, with substantiall stir she keeps About her shadowes, which if husbands love They must beleeve; and thus my other selfe Brings me another body to dispose, That have already much too much of one, And must not looke for any Soule of her To helpe to rule two bodies? Mom.

What winde blowes you hether, troe? Mom.

Now was there ever Lord so prodigall Of his owne honour'd bloud, and dignity? Mom.

Nay if I answere anie thing Mom.

shall I set my hand to your answere? Mom.

You may write, uncle, but if you get my hand to it Mom.

Why now, more then before I pray? Mom.

Remember that requitall was of your owne putting in, but it shall be after my fashion, I warrant ye. Mom.

Mom. T'will prove the better, Madam, doubt it not.

Is this the man that without passion loves? Mom.

Mom.

Mom. Said like my friend, and that I may not wrong

What shood he Court me withall else, my Lord? Mom.

what is your friend sicke? Mom.

Pray, good my Lord, what's that you talke on? Mom.

Pray my Lord whether was eldest, he or his elder brother? Mom.

why is not this candlesticke one of your jewells pray? Mom.

Come uncle shall we goe to supper now? Mom.

The bare chance that those little feet might never patter across the floor again, that little voice never wake her in the morning crying "Mom-mom," drove her distracted.

All but yon widowed, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashing spring: She, wretched matron, forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till mom; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.

SEE HORN, M. A. Mom and dad.

Mom, I'm home, by Syd Hoff, cartoonist & compiler.

" "I shall think of what I'm a minter, and you can't break it up, mom!"

I wuz highly tickled to see him, for I had some errents for him, and wanted to advise him for his good, and I advanced with outstretched hand and sez "Mr. President, I am delighted to see you!" He shook hands and said polite, "You have the advantage of me, mom.