Small animals Began to mooch around and climb up this Reversionary desk and dustable heirloom.

… Love, though not wholly blind, as Poets wrong him, yet having but one eye, as being born an Archer aiming, and that eye not the quickeſt in this dark region here below, which is not Loves proper ſphere, partly out of the ſimplicity, and credulity which is native to him, often deceiv'd, imbraces and comforts him with theſe obvious and ſuborned ſtriplings, as if they were his Mothers own Sons, for ſo he thinks them, while they ſuttly keep themſelves moſt on his blind ſide.

To misoccupy the spaces of shop and church is as self-destructive as avoiding them.

Your closets are so Marie-Kondo-ed that I doubt there’s anywhere to hide.