I as little fear that God will damn a man that has charity, as I hope that the priests can save one who has not.
Chaste to her husband, frank to all beside, A teeming mistress, but a barren bride.
The enormous faith of many made for one.
Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.
For lo! the board with cups and spoons is crowned.The berries crackle, and the mill turns round ... At once they gratify their scent and taste.And frequent cups prolong the rich repast... Coffee (which makes the politician wise And see through all things with his half-shut eyes).