The blueness of the _ether_ was _exceedingly_ heightened and
enlivened by the _season_ of the year.
YOUNG.
Let _Indians_, and the _gay_, like _Indians_, fond
Of feathered _fopperies_, the sun _adore_:
Darkness has more _divinity_ for me;
It strikes thought inward; it drives back the soul
To settle on herself, our _point supreme_.
There lies our _theater_: there sits our _judge_.
Darkness the _curtain_ drops o'er life's dull _scene_:
'T is the kind hand of _Providence_ stretched out
'Twixt man and _vanity_; 't is _reason's reign_,
And _virtue's_ too; these _tutelary_ shades
Are man's _asylum_ from the _tainted_ throng.
Night is the good man's friend, and guardian too.
It no less _rescues virtue_, than _inspires_.
SWIFT.
Wisdom is a fox, who, after long hunting, will at last _cost_ you the
_pains_ to dig out. 'T is a cheese, which by how much the richer has the
thicker, homelier, and the _coarser coat_; and whereof, to a _judicious
palate_, the _maggots_ are the best. 'Tis a _sack posset_, wherein the
deeper you go on you will find it sweeter. But then, lastly, 'tis a nut,
which, unless you choose with _judgment_, may _cost_ you a tooth, and _pay_
you with nothing but a worm.
HUME.
The _beauties_ of her _person_ and _graces_ of her _air combined_ to make
her the most _amiable_ of women; and the _charms_ of her _address_ and
_conversation aided_ the _impression_ which her lovely _figure_ made on the
heart of all beholders.
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