I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.
The naked women's body is a portion of eternity too great for the eye of man.
None but blockheads copy each other.
But if at church they would give some ale. And a pleasant fire our souls to regale. We'd sing and we'd pray all the live long day, Nor ever once from the church to stray.
Imitation is criticism.
Since the French Revolution Englishmen are all intermeasurable one by another, certainly a happy state of agreement to which I forone do not agree.