We recognised that just putting more flights and more passengers into the skies over southeast England wasn't worth the environmental costs we-re paying.
Our Poets make us laugh at Tragลdy, And with their Comoedies they make us cry.
A mans fame and hayre grow most after death, and are both equally uselesse.
For all true love is grounded on esteem.
O! what a prodigal have I been of that most valuable of all possessions Time!
She that would raise a noble love must find Ways to beget a passion for her mind; She must be that which she to the world would seem, For all true love is grounded on esteem: Plainness and truth gain more a generous heart Than all the crooked subtleties of art.