The blushing beauties of a modest maid.
Bets at first were fool-traps, where the wise like spiders lay in ambush for the flies.
Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.