Purple and gushing: sweet are our escapes
From civic revelry to rural mirth;
Sweet to the miser are his glittering heaps,
Sweet to the father is his first-born's birth,
Sweet is revenge—especially to women—
Pillage to soldiers, prize-money to seamen.
CXXV.
Sweet is a legacy, and passing sweet[V]
The unexpected death of some old lady,
Or gentleman of seventy years complete,