In human works, tho’ labour’d on with pain, / A thouſand movements ſcarce one purpoſe gain; / In God's, one ſingle can its End produce, / Yet ſerves to ſecond too ſome other Uſe.

But his eyes were the twinkleless organs of a man who had handled a good deal of money in his day, and could sell anything to anybody.

I have been bit by your dog!

I'd thrill my jauelin at the Grecian moysture