Still we live meanly, like ants; though the fable tells us that we were long ago changed into men; like pygmies we fight with cranes; it is error upon error, and clout upon clout, and our best virtue has for its occasion a superfluous and evitable wretchedness.
They changed the antibiotic again.
Finally she changed the subject.
She changed the decorating tip and wrote "Happy Birthday Dad!" on the top of the cake.