Thou deign'st no answer,—or I fain would ask If since thy bright creation, thou hast seen Ought like a Newton, whose admitted eye The arcana of the universe explored Light's subtle ray its mechanism disclosed, The impetuous comet his mysterious lore Unfolded,

“You mean,January asked, “that gaymen don't want to fuck with gaymen?” She looked puzzled. “How utterly droll!”Not if they can help it,” Kick said.

My Campe is like to Iulius Cæſars Hoſte, That neuer fought but had the victorie:

Of course I eat an apple every evening—an apple a day keeps the doctor away—but still, you ought to have more prunes, and not all these fancy doodads.