[…] harke Nature, heare deere Goddeſſe, ſuſpend thy purpoſe, if thou did'ſt intend to make this creature fruitful into her wombe, conuey ſterility, drie vp in hir the organs of increaſe, and from her derogate body neuer ſpring a babe to honour her, if ſhee muſt teeme, create her childe of ſpleene, that it may liue and bee a thourt diſuetur'd torment to her, […]

Now the sun, with more effectual beams, / Had cheered the face of earth, and dried the wet / From drooping plant.

I want to hear the roaring ebb and flow of Broadway

It was generous—far more than a single man in his mid-twenties needed—which delighted me, because I had in mind some years of unfettered bachelorhood in which to function as a downtable sub-editor and writer, while getting in a lot of golf and night life.