This far up the hill was a maze of narrow streets choked with BMWs and Chelsea Tractors.

I looked on the consideration of publick service, or publick ornament, to be real and very justice: and I ever held, a scanty and penurious justice to partake of the nature of a wrong.

He added not; and Satan bowing low / His gray diſſimulation, diſappear'd / Into thin Air diffuſ'd: for now began / Night with her ſullen wing to double-ſhade / The Deſert; Fowls in thir clay neſts were couch't; / And now wild Beaſts came forth the woods to roam.

Surely such Divines, who in unimporting controversies extract the probablest opinions from all Professions, are best at ease in their minds