The Moon was in a heavy Twitter once, that her Cloaths never Fitted her: Wherefore, Pray Mother, says she, let the Taylor take Measure of me for a New-Gown. Alas Child, says the Mother, how is it possible to make any one Garment to Fit a Body that appears every Day in a several Shape?
'Tis the Humour of many People, to be perpetually Longing for something or other that's not to be had.Source:
L'Estrange 425.
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SLIDESHOW of all the Rackham images. The poor moon daughter looks very sad about not getting her new clothes!
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