Swift speedy time, feathered with flying hours, Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I share my name with an aerobatic bird that can whiz across a whole summer sky in seconds. A swift is so equipped for speed that it can scarcely cope with being stationary.
The mare set off for home with the speed of a swallow, and going as smoothly and silently. I never had dreamed of such a motion, fluent and graceful, and ambient, soft as the breeze flitting over the flowers, but swift as the summer lightening.
Time's stern tide, with cold Oblivion's wave, Shall soon dissolve each fair, each fading charm.
Character builds slowly, but it can be torn down within incredible swiftness.
Swift justice demands more than just swiftness.
People may say that what I do is very clever, but it's not really at all. It's not Swift.
It only takes 30 seconds to pluck my eyebrows, but it hurts. I have to tweeze 'em in the middle once a week. Otherwise, I look like Bert from 'Sesame Street.'
Flight without feathers is not easy.
One of the fastest things a fruit fly does is take information from its eyes and react accordingly.
I love the look of full brows that aren't perfectly done - eyebrows on fleek: that's the goal.
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