Well may I ween, your grief is wondrous great; / For wondrous great griefe groneth in my ſpright, / Whiles thus I heare you of your ſorrowes treat.

Niebuhr “adjectifies” love in terms of self-sacrifice and thus “gains too easy a victory, and by a somewhat mistaken strategy, in his campaign to demonstrate the (relevant) impossibility of love.”

She came home from the animal shelter with a shih tzu. He still thinks she did that just to spite him, her way of getting in the last word. […] Yaz is a good dog, and Joe is man enough to be seen out in Charlestown walking a shih tzu. As long as Rosie doesn't dress the pooch in one of those friggin' sweaters.

Recently I received a letter of composition of $20 from the Car Parks Division, Urban Redevelopment Authority, for parking my broken down car in Keong Siak Road where it joins Sago Street and Sago Lane.