1. No true Yoopers are winter-haters
2. All snowbird retirees are winter-haters
∴. No snowbirds retirees are true Yoopers
2. All snowbird retirees are winter-haters
∴. No snowbirds retirees are true Yoopers
Let me not to the marriage of the land
And winter’s bite speak false—true cold is not
A season’s whim that melts at summer’s hand,
Nor shifts when thawing streams dare warm a plot.
O no! It is an ever-fixèd mark,
That towers in tempests, crowned by starlit breath;
Each snowbank guards the pine, a steadfast ark,
Unmoved by time’s decay or fleeting death.
Love’s not the thaw that tourists’ brief gaze steals,
Nor noise of snowmobilers who scar the peace—
Their tracks, like vain boasts, frost’s slow art conceals,
While silent drifts outlast their ragged fleece.
If this be false, let doubters’ tongues grow numb:
I wrote no verse, and beauty’s reign’s undone.
And winter’s bite speak false—true cold is not
A season’s whim that melts at summer’s hand,
Nor shifts when thawing streams dare warm a plot.
O no! It is an ever-fixèd mark,
That towers in tempests, crowned by starlit breath;
Each snowbank guards the pine, a steadfast ark,
Unmoved by time’s decay or fleeting death.
Love’s not the thaw that tourists’ brief gaze steals,
Nor noise of snowmobilers who scar the peace—
Their tracks, like vain boasts, frost’s slow art conceals,
While silent drifts outlast their ragged fleece.
If this be false, let doubters’ tongues grow numb:
I wrote no verse, and beauty’s reign’s undone.
If one Law may be imposed without Consent, any other Law whatever may be imposed on us without our Consent. This will naturally introduce taxing us without our Consent. And this as necessarily destroys our Property. I have no other Notion of Property, but a Power of disposing of my Goods as I please, and not as another shall command. Whatever another may rightly take from me, I have certainly no Property in. To tax me without Consent is little better, if at all, than down-right robbing me.
— William Molyneux in The Case of Ireland being bound by Acts of Parliament in England, who is, because of this passage, being awarded with the prize of my declaring him the gayest and most lib Irishman of all time, truly worthy of being the bosom friend of John Locke, Esq.
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