Was this poor breast, from Love's allurings free, / Cruel to all, and gentle unto thee ?

There is no time to measure motion by, There time is swallowed in eternity: Wry-mouth'd disdain, and corner-hunting lust, And twy-fac'd fraud, …

“That film was awesome!” — “Meh. I’ve seen better.”

I had occasion […] to make a somewhat long business trip to Chicago, and on my return […] I found Farrar awaiting me in the railway station. He smiled his wonted fraction by way of greeting, […], and finally leading me to his buggy, turned and drove out of town. I was completely mystified at such an unusual proceeding.