[…] to weare our ſelues & neuer reſt, Untill we reach the ripeſt fruites of all, That perfect bliſſe and ſole felicitie, The ſweet fruition of an earthly crowne.

The driver was hurt and went to hospital whilst the uninjured passengers went home.

If I need to whitify myself to fit in, then I'm not hanging out with the right people. That's not to say that being bicultural is any easier than being bipolar, especially when the cultures are polar opposites of each other.

The drizzle became blustery rain as she approached Curracloe.