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).