Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.
Spare feast! a radish and an egg.
Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint; Yet I love thee and adore, Oh for grace to love thee more!
To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.
Accomplishments have taken virtue's place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.
Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys: Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours.