The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Work on the exterior by whitening your teeth, plumping your lips, and depuffing your eyes while you're being good to yourself emotionally.

I'll try to give an impartial account without putting my thumb on the scale.

[…] or do the people joy less than common in their levities?"