Which shows, let your reverences and worships say what you will of it (for as for thinking⁠⸺⁠all who do think⁠—think pretty much alike both upon it and other matters)⁠⸺⁠Love is certainly, at least alphabetically speaking, one of the most

Agitating

Bewitching

Confounded

Devilish affairs of life⁠—the 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

Ridiculous⁠—though by the by the R should have gone first⁠—But in short ’tis of such a nature, as my father once told my uncle Toby upon the close of a long dissertation upon the subject⁠⸺“You can scarce,” said he, “combine two ideas together upon it, brother Toby, without an hypallage”⁠⸺⁠What’s that? cried my uncle Toby.

The cart before the horse, replied my father⁠⸺⁠

⸺⁠And what is he to do there? cried my uncle Toby⁠⸺⁠

Nothing, quoth my father, but to get in⁠⸺⁠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.