Spare feast! a radish and an egg.
O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
No one was ever scolded out of their sins.
And diff'ring judgments serve but to declare that truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where.
Not to understand a treasure's worth till time has stole away the slighted good, is cause of half the poverty we feel, and makes the world the wilderness it is.
Religion! what treasure untold resides in that heavenly word!