And while the bards, before my fancy bring / The Indian ſummer, and Italian ſpring, / Rapt let me mark the different climates found, / In Temple's gardens, and his lawns around.

He was meant to be called Benjamin, but he arrived with a little tuft of hair on top of his head, like a spike, and they called him Spike for three days, and then recalled a romantic, childless afternoon, years earlier, spent watching a matinee revival of She's Gotta Have It.

Through the thickly wooded and precipitous slopes on either side of the line there are one or two short rock tunnels.

...It regulates and governs the Passions of the Mind, and brings them into due moderation and frame...