For she’s made of flint and roses, very odd;
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
For she’s made of flint and roses, very odd;
The frugality and industry of private people can repair the breaches which the extravagance of government makes in society's capital.
It is easier to resist at the beginning than at the end.
Nonbeing must in some sense be, otherwise what is it that there is not? This tangled doctrine might be nicknamed…