Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.

Ode to Independence.

Thy fatal shafts unerring move,

I bow before thine altar, Love!

Roderick Random. Chap. xl.

Facts are stubborn things.[392:1]

Translation of Gil Blas. Book x. Chap. 1.

Footnotes

[392:1] Facts are stubborn things.—Elliot: Essay on Field Husbandry, p. 35 (1747).