NOW as widow _Wadman_ did love my uncle _Toby_——and my uncle _Toby_ did
not love widow _Wadman_, there was nothing for widow _Wadman_ to do,
but to go on and love my uncle _Toby_——or let it alone.
Widow _Wadman_ would do neither the one or the other.
——Gracious heaven!——but I forget I am a little of her temper myself;
for whenever it so falls out, which it sometimes does about the
equinoxes, that an earthly goddess is so much this, and that, and
t’other, that I cannot eat my breakfast for her——and that she careth
not three halfpence whether I eat my breakfast or no——
——Curse on her! and so I send her to _Tartary_, and from _Tartary_ to
_Terra del Fuogo_, and so on to the devil: in short, there is not an
infernal nitch where I do not take her divinityship and stick it.
But as the heart is tender, and the passions in these tides ebb and
flow ten times in a minute, I instantly bring her back again; and as I
do all things in extremes, I place her in the very center of the
milky-way——