XIII
Which shows, let your reverences and worships say what you will of it (for as for thinkingвБ†вЄЇвБ†all who do thinkвБ†вАФthink pretty much alike both upon it and other matters)вБ†вЄЇвБ†Love is certainly, at least alphabetically speaking, one of the most
Agitating
Bewitching
Confounded
Devilish affairs of lifeвБ†вАФthe most
Extravagant
Futilitous
Galligaskinish
Handy-dandyish
Iracundulous (there is no K to it) and
Lyrical of all human passions: at the same time, the most
Misgiving
Ninnyhammering
Obstipating
Pragmatical
Stridulous
RidiculousвБ†вАФthough by the by the R should have gone firstвБ†вАФBut in short вАЩtis of such a nature, as my father once told my uncle Toby upon the close of a long dissertation upon the subjectвБ†вЄЇвАЬYou can scarce,вАЭ said he, вАЬcombine two ideas together upon it, brother Toby, without an hypallageвАЭвБ†вЄЇвБ†WhatвАЩs that? cried my uncle Toby.
The cart before the horse, replied my fatherвБ†вЄЇвБ†
вЄЇвБ†And what is he to do there? cried my uncle TobyвБ†вЄЇвБ†
Nothing, quoth my father, but to get inвБ†вЄЇвБ†or let it alone.
Now widow Wadman, as I told you before, would do neither the one or the other.
She stood however ready harnessed and caparisoned at all points, to watch accidents.