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but an interpolation by Fitzgerald.

" Who is the Potter, pray, and who the

Pot?" St. 87.

In the 1st Ed. this passage is in St. 69 ;—

And, strange to tell, among that Earthen

Some coald articulate, while others not :

And suddenly one more impatient cried^
**Who is the Potter, pray, and who the

And much as Wine has played the Lifidel,
And robbed me of my Bobe of Honour—
I wonder often what the Vintners buy
One-half so precious as the stuCf they sell.
St, 95, { Unaltered from 1st Ed., except
that the last lineends: '* The Goods
they seU.")

THOMAS FLATMAN (1637-1688).
Methinks I hear some gentle spirit say,
Be not fearful, come away ! §

L Thoa^ht of Daath.

Better thou mayest, but worse thou canst

not be
Tlian in this vale of tears and misery. lb.



I knew a verv wise man so much of Sir
Christopher's [Musgrave's] sentiment that
he believed if a man were permitted to
make all the ballads, he need not care who
should make the laws of a nation.
An account of a Conversation eoneemina a

Right to RegiUation of Governments. 1703.

But leaning on a thorn her dainty chest.
For fear soft sleep should steal into her
Expresses in her song grief not to be
expressed. The Ml^tlngale.

Christ's Victoria and Triumph.

Every^iing doth pass away ;
There is danger in delay.
Come, come g^ather Uien the rose ;
Gather it, or it you lose.

Pan^ory*8 WooIng-1014.

JOHN FLETCHER (1679.1636) and
Quotations from works supposed to be bp
Flbtoheb only are marked {a).
Man is his own star, and the soul that can
Bender an honest and a perfect man^
Commands all light, all mfluence, all fittei.
Nothing to him falls early or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill.
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still, (a)
Upon an Honest Man's Fortuna.

I Of. Pope : '* Hark 1 they whisper ; angals say,"


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A. Mml as wbite as hearen.

Tha Mald*s Tratftdy. Act 4.

Afl men
Do walk a xnfle, women should tallc an hour.
Alter supper. 'Tis their exercise.

Phllaster. Actg.
Nature, too unkind,
That made no medicine for a troubled mind !
_ . ,- , , Act 3.

He thaU have chanots easier than air.
That I wiU have invented; . . . And
thyself, . . -«vna

inbat art the messenger, shalt ride before him
On a horse cut out of an entire diamond,
That shall be made to go with golden wheels,
I know not how yet.

L King and Ho Kintf. Act 5.
There is a method in man's widcedness ;
It grows up by degrees. Act 5, 4,

The man that cries
*• Consider,*' is our foe.

The Beomftd Lady. Act t.
There is no other purgatory but a woman.

. Thou hast a serious face,

A Detting, bargaining, and saving face,
A rich &oe ; pawn it to the usurer. lb.

But when I trust a wild fool, and a woman,
May I lend gratis, and build hospitals. lb.
The bad man's charity (cursing).

The Spanish Curate. Act i, t,
ThB fit's upon me now.

Wit without MoBsy. Act 5,
I^t's warm our brains with half-a-dozen

And then, hang cold discourse ; for we'll
speak fireworks, (a)

The Elder Brother. Actl,$.

That place that does contain
My books, the best companions, is to me
A glorious court, where hourly I converse
With the old Bges and philosophers. lb,
Tis not to die we fear, but to die poorly.
To fan foirgotten, in a multitude.

Homorons Lieutenant. Act f , f.

Ten me the cause: I know there is a woman


Act 4,3,

He that wiU use all winds, must shift his
nJH {a) The Faithftal Shepherdess. Act L

The nightingale among the thick-leaved

That sits alone in sorrow, and doth sing
Whole nights away in mourning, (a) Act 6,
As such a one that ever strives to give
A Uessed memory to after-time, (a) lb.
Oiptains are casual things, (a)

Bala a Wife and haTe a Wlfo. Act 3,

Nothing can cover his high fame but

No pyramids set off his memories.
But the eternal substance of his greatness :
To which I leave him. (a)

The False One. Act f , 1,

Some kind of wrongs there are, which flesh

and blood
Cannot endure.

The UtUe French Lawyer. Act i, I

For anything I know, I am an arrant

coward. Act 5, f.

I dare (for what is that which innocence

dares not P) Act 3, L

Yet when I hold her best, she's but a woman.
As fuU of frailty as of faith ; a poor slight

And her best thoughts but weak

fortifications. lb,

. I love a dire revenge :

Give me the man that wiU all others kill.
And last himself. Act 4, 1,

I love you :
I'll cut your throat for your own sake. lb,
I come fairly to kiU him honestly. lb.

Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes,*
Brother to Death . . thou son of Night, (a)
The Tragedy of Yalentinlan. Act 6^ i.
Good me no goods. The Chances. Act i, 9,
A woman's oaths are wafers, break with

n»*iking- Act f , i.

H*has been a dragon in his days. Act 3, 4,

Trust a woman ?
I'll trust the devil first ; for he dare be
Better than's word sometime. lb.

Concord can never join
Minds so divided, (a) RoUo. Act 1, 1.

And he that wiU to bed go sober
Falls with the leaf, stiU m October, (a)

Act f , 3.
. Curse and be cursed I it is the fruit of
cursing, (a) Act 5, 1.

Bad's the best of us. (a) Act 4, f .

Three merry boys, three merry boys,
And three meny boys are we.

Act 3, t (Chorus) f

You have the gift of impudence; be

Every man has not the like talent. I wiU

And it may be revealed to me.

The Wild Goose Ohase. Act 1, $,
For 'tis a kind of bilboes to be married. lb.

• See Daniel! : '
t S«* p. 442.

dare charmer sleep," etc.


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Ck>me. Bing now, sing ; for I know you sing

I 866 you have a singmg face.*

Th6 Wild OooM ChEM. Act t, f .

Strike, now or never ! Act 4, i.

And if thou canst be wise, learn to be good

too. (a) k Wife for a Month. Act 4, 1.
The ffame of death was never played more

noDly. (a) Act 5, 1.

We were the twins of friendship, (a) lb.

He loved you well,
And might have lived t*have done his
country service, (a)

The Lover's Progress. Act f , i.
The sin
1b in itself excusable ; to be taken
Is a crime, (a) Act 4i h

The RToatest curse brave man can labour

Is the strong witchcraft of a woman^s eyes.

{a) lb.
Can any wind blow rough upon a blossom
So fair and tender ? The Pll^im. Act i, 1,

Although the mine be rugged,
Stony and hard to work, yet time and

Shall find and bring forth that that's rich

and worthy. Act 4i ^•

Hope never leaves a wretched man that

seeks her. The Captain. Act S, L

rris virtue, and not birth, that makes us

noble ;
Great actions speak great minds, and such

should govern, (a)

The Prophetess. Act f , S.

Fve touched the height of human

And We I fix nil ultra, (a) Act ^, 6.

Oh, mediocrity.
Thou priceless jewel, only mean men have.
But cannot value, (a)

Queen of Corinth. Act 5, 1,

Weep no more, nor siffh nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that's gone :
Violets plucked the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again. t (a)
Oh, love will make a dog howl in rhyme, (a)

Act 4, i.
I ne'er repented anything yet in my life.
And scorn to begin now. (a) Jh.

Tou put too much wind to your sail;

And hardy valour are the twins of honour.
Tragedy of Bonduca. Act i, 1,

• See Farquhar, p. 182.

t This RODg is not in the original folio, and has
been rejected as a spnrions addition. See '• Weep
no more, lady." ('^ Tbs Friar of Orders Grey.")

Qive us this dav eood hearts, good enemies
Good blows o' both sides. Act S, 1

Lie lightly on my aahes, gentle earth.^

lb, Act4,S.
For wicked mirth never true pleasure

But honest minds are pleased with honest

The Kni^t of the Burning Pestle. FroloffU4.

Noee, nose, jolly red nose,
And who gave uiee that jolly red nose ?
Nutmegs and ginger, dnammon and doves ;
And they gave me this jolly red nose.^

Act 1,4^
Plot me no plots. Act f , 4,

To a resolved mind, his home is everywhere.

Act 6, t.
Each person is the founder
Of his own fortune, good or bad.

LoTS's Pil^imags. Act 1, U

Gentlemen^s horses,
Horses that Imow the world. Ih.

But oh, man, man, unconstant, careless man.

Oh, subtle man, how many are thr

mischiefs ! Act 5, f .

Naples, the Paradise of Italy,
As that is of the earth.

The Doable Marriags. Act U

But what is past my help is past my care.

Thy mind, thy mind, thy brave, thy manly

(That, Uke a rock, stands all the storms of

And beats 'em roaring back, they cannot

reach thee). Act t*

Though a man be a thief, shall a miller
Call lum so P Oh, egregious !

ThsMaldinthsMin. Act6,t.

Of all the paths lead to a woman's love.
Pity's the straightest.

The Kni^t of Malta. Act 1, 2.

Art thou not he that asked the master
gunner where thou might'st lie safest?
and he strait answered, Put thy head in
that hole, new bored with a cannon, for it
was an hundred to one, another shot would
not hit there. Act f , i.

t Cf. Prior's **Ode to the memory of Ool.
Yilliera " : " Light lie the earth" ; also Pope's
"Elegy in memory of an unfortanate Lady**;
" And the green tarf lie lightly on thy breast."

§ Also found in Ravenscroft's " Deateromela,**
London, 1C09:
" Nose, nose, nose, nose !
And who gave you that Jolly red nose?
Sinamont and ginger, nutmegs and cloras.
And that gave me my Jolly red nose 1 **


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Ifirery man miurc fashion his gait according
To 'koa caHing. Lova's Core. Act 1, t.

Qtoob ieeders, great sleepers;

Gtreat sleepera, fat bodies ;
Fat 'bodies, lean brains 1 Aet t, 1,

Thoa wilt scarce be a man before thy
mother. Act f , f .

Thoa comedy to men.
Whose serious folly is a butt for all
To shoot their wit^ ! Act S, L

What's one man's poison, signer,

Is ano&er's meat or drink. Act S, t.

A lady's tears are silent orators. Act, 5, S.

The shortest ladies love the longest men.

A woman-friend! He that believes that

Bteers in a stormy night without a com-
. (a) Women Pleased. Act t, 1.

Fat old women, fat and fire and fifty, (a)

Act Sy t.

Jkletia, Why, slayee, 'tis in onr power to

bang ye.
Master. Very likely :

TIs in onr powers then to be hanged and
scorn ye. (a)

The Sea Toyatfe. Act 4, 4*

SThad rather lose his dinner than his jest.
Wit at ssTsral Wsapons. Act 1,

Actuals and smmnnition
And money too, the sinews of the war.

nOr Maid of the Inn. Actl.

A nooie prstemotorions rogue than himself.

76. Act 4,
The fool that willingly proyokes a woman
Has made himself anothiBr eril angel,
And a new hell, to which all other torments
Are bat mere pastime.

Cupid's BsTAB^e. Acts,

jyeaaam smell-less, yet most quaint,

And sweet th]rme true.
Primrose, first-born cmld of Ver.
Msny spfing-time's harbinger, (a)

Two Hoble Kinsmen.* Act J, X

Not to swim
I* th' lead o' th' corrent, were almost to
sink. («) Act i, i.

Either I am
The foremost horse in tibe team, or I am
none. («) ^'

Ths world's a citT, fall of strayrng streets,
b's the market place, where each



Act f , 5.

•flbskispaareis said to hays coUahofstsd with
fletehcr ia tUs play.

The ordinary and orer-wom trade of jesting
At lords, and courtiers, and dtisens.

The Woman Hater. Frolo^usi,

Endless narting
With an we can call ours, with all our

With youth, strength, pleasure, people,

time, nay reason !
For in the silent grave, no conversation.
No joyful tread of friends, no voice of

lovers !
No careful f ather*s counsels, nothing's heard>
For nothing is, but all oblivion.
Dust and an endless darknesa

Tragedy of Thierry and Thsodoret.
Act 4, i.
There's nought in this life sweet.
If men were wise to see*t.
But only melancholy ;
Oh, sweetest melancholy ! t

The Hloe Talonr. Act S, 2,

Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely
melancholy. Act 3, i.

For he that lives retired in mind and spirit
Is still in Paradise. Act 5, f .

Nothing is a misery.

Unless our weakness apprehend it so.

The Honest Man's Fortune.

To die
Is to begin to live. Four Plays In One.

Is man's true touchstone.

Triumph of Honour. 9c, 1,

His life is neither tossed in boisterous seas
Of troublous world, nor lost in slothful ease.
Happiness of the Shepherd's Life.

Beauty when most unclothed is clothed best.
SleeUdes. Acit,4*

Love is like linen, often changed, the sweeter.

Act 3, 6.
Only in love they happy prove.
Who love what most aeserves their love.

Act 5, 6,
The coward's weapon, poison. Act 5, 3,

Faint heart fair lady ne'er could win.

Britain's Ida. Canto 5, it, i.

Who bathes in worldly joys, swims in a
world of fears.

The Purple Island. Canto 8, it, 7.

He is as cowardly
That longer fears to live, as he that fears
to die. Canto 10, it. 8.

The way to God is by ourselves.

lb. To the Reader^

t Su Burton : ** Nought so sweet ss melancholy."


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Loye knows no meui or measure.

Piscatory Edo^es. 5, S2.

Love's tongae is in the eyes. 6, 13.

Silence best speaks the mind. 5, 13.

Love's sooner felt than seen. 6^ 11.

Sleep's but a short death ; death's but a
longer sleep.

JLpcUyonisti. Canto i, »t. 6.

SAMUEL FOOTE (1720-1777).
Death and dice level all distinctions.

The Minor. Act 1, 1.

Woman, I tell you, is a microcosm : and
rightly to rule her, requires as great talents
as to govern a state.

The DeTil upon Two Btioki. Act i, i.

JOHN FORD (e. 1686-e. 1640).
Green indiscretion, flattery of greatness.
Rawness of judgment, wilfulness in f ollv,
Thoughts vagrant as the wind, and as
uncertain. Broken Heart. Act f , f .

Of human greatness are but pleasing dreams.
And shadows soon decaying. Act J, 5,

Revenge proves its own executioner.

Act 4,1.

Is monstrous in a true friend.

LoTers' Melancholy. Act 1, 1,

Philosophers dwell in the moon. Act 3, 3,

We can drink till all look blue.

The Lady's TriaL Act 4, f.

JAMES FORDYCE (1720-1796).
Henceforth the majesty of Gk>d revere ;
Fear Him, and younave nothing else to fear.
To a Oentleman who
apologised for Swearing.

GEORGE FOX (1624-1691).

But the black earthly spirit of the priest
wounded my life. Account of his Mission.



Be in general virtuous, and you will be
happy. On Early Marriages.

What are our poets, take them as they fall.
Good, bad, ricn, poor, much read, not read

Them and their works in the same class

you'll find—
They are the mere wastepaper of mankind.


• The maxims of " Poor Richard " are often
merely current proverbs, but the wording In
which Franlclin clothed them has endured, and
they are therefore given as " qnotationa."

Here Sku^g lies snug

As a bug m a rug. Letter to Mill 0. Shipley.

Nothing gives an author so much pleasure
as to find ms works respectfully quoted b j
other learned authors.

PennsylTania ilmanac, 1758.

Gtod helps them that help themselves. lb.

There will be sleeping enough in the
grave. lb.

Dost thou love lif^? Then do not
squander time, for that is the stuff life ie
made of. lb,

r Early to bed, and early to rise,

I Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.

Thinks I, that man has an axe to grind. Jb,

He that by the plough would thrive,

Himself must either hold or drive. lb.

Plough deep while sluggards sleep. lb.

What maintains one vice would bring up

two children. lb.

I Honesty is the best policy. lb.
Vessels large may venture more.

But little boats snould ke^ near shore. lb.

If you would know the value of money,
go and try to borrow some ^ for he that goes
a-borrowmg goes a-sorrowmg. lb.

Experience keeps a dear school, but fools
will learn in no other. lb.

Necessity never made a good bargain. 7^.

Never leave that till to-morrow which
1 you can do to-day. lb.

One to-day is worth two to-morrows. lb.

Three removes are as bad as a fire. lb,

Alas ! says I, he has paid dear, very dear,

for his whistle. The Whistle.

No nation was ever ruined by trade.

Thou^ts on Gommerclal Subjects.

A man is not completely bom until he be
dead. Letter to Miss B. Habbard.

< There never was a good war or a bod peace. f
Letter to Qnlncey. Sept. 11th, 1773.

Yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it
will (as he believed) appear once more in a
new and more beautiful edition, corrected
and amended by The Author. %

Epitaph on Himself.
Man is a tool-making animal.

Quoted by BofweTl, ** Life ofjohnnn.'*

t " It hath been said that an onjost peace fa to
be preferred before a Just war. *— S. Bdtlkb
•' Speeches in the Rump Parliament." (Founded
on Cicero, ''Eplat. ad Att," 7, 14.)

t See Woodbridge, " Linea on John Cotton.'
AUo Bey. J. Capen.


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THOMAS FREEMAN (b. e. 1691).
I loT« thee, Cornwall, and will erer,

Axkd hope to see thee onoe as ain !
For why f— thine equal knew I never

For honest minds and active men.
Sncomlen Conrabla. {FublUfud IGLf).

JOHN H. FREEE (1769.1846).

A sodden thought strikes me; — ^let as
Bvear an eternal friendship.*

The HoTtfs. Act 1, 1.

BenMdr in vain sits brooding over the
patrid eggs of hope. Aet 7, t,



No vehement enor cen exist ia this world
with imponitj. Bpinoza.

The poet is the tmest historisn.t Homer.

Wild animals never kill for sport. Man
is the ool^ one to whom the tbrtore and
death of his fellow creatures is amusing in
itself. Oesana. Ftuaengera* amusement t,

A nati<m with whom sentiment is nothing
m cm the way to cease to be a nation at all.
The Fremier,
Xations are but enlarged schoolboys.

EMeptional Conditions,

Moderate reformen always hate those who
go beyond them.
Ufs and Letters of Erasmus. Lecture tO,

[Rer.] THOS. FULLER (1608-1661).

The pyramids themselves, doting with age,

have forgotten the names of their founders.

Tbe Holy and the Proftoe State. 0/ Tombs.

A eammoti-x^aoe book contains many
Notions in QazTisoo, whence the owner may
drmw oat an army into the field on com-
petent warning, lb.

Drawing -near her death, she sent most
pso«a thoo^ts as hsrbingers to Heaven;
and ber eool saw a glimpse of happiness
^aaoA the dhinks of her sickness-broken
body4^ The Life of Monica,

Lesmmg hath gained most by those books
hj which tke printers have lost. 0/ Books.

They that many ancient people, merely
in expectation to bury tiiem, hang them-
a^res, in hope that one will come and cut
the halter. Cf Marriage,

• Frx^baHj a borlesque on the followlDg :
** Let OS cabtaes, •«Mt from this moment tow
aa ecernal mUxTj together." — Otwat (1680)^
"The Orphan * Act 4, S.

fSm Gtfljles **HlftOfy after all U the true

t Sss Waller ; '* The sool's dark cottage," ete.

A little skill in antiquity inclines a nn^n to
Popery ; but depth in that study brings him
about again to our religion.^

The True Church Antiquary.
Often the cockloft is empty \ti those which
Nature hath built many stories hiffh.

He was one of a lean body and visage, as
if his eager soul, biting for anger at the
clog of his body, desired to fret a passage
through it || Life of the Duke of Alva.

He lives long that lives well.

The Good Child.

He that falls into sin is a man; that

grieves at it is a saint ; that boasteth of it is

a devil Of Self Fraising.

He that will not use the rod on his child,

his child shall be used as a rod on him.

The Good Farent,
Many little leaks may sink a ship.

The Good Servant.
Mock not the cobbler for his bUck thumbs.

Of Jesting.

Oh, 'tis cruelty to beat a cripple with his

own crutches. lb.

Men have a touchstone whereby to try
gold ; but gold is the touchstone whereby to
try men. The Good Judge,

Moneys are the sinews of war.

The Good Soldier,

Our captain counts the inuwe of Ood,
nevertheless his imaffe, cut ia eoony, as if
done in ivory. The Good Sea- Captain.

Women's jars breed men's wars.

The Wise Statesman,

Thus this brook hath conveyed his (Wick-
liffe's) ashes into Avon ; Avon into Severn ;
Severn into the narrow seas ; they into the
main ocean. And thus the ashes of Wick-
liffe are the emblem of his doctrine, which
now is dispersed all the world over.

The Church History. Sec, f , ^ooAr ^ par, 63,

[A proverb is] much matter decocted into

few words. The History of the Worthies

of England. Chap, t,

DAVID GARRICK (1717-1779).
For who are so free as the sons of the
Hearts of oak are our ships.
Hearts of oak are our men.
We always are ready.
Steady, l>oys, steady !
Well flgnt and we'll conquer again and
again. Hearts of Oak.

{ Ses Bacon ; "A little philosophy," etc
I Sss Dryden : " A fiery soul," etc


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We ne'er seeonr foes butwe wish them tostay,
Thev neyer see us but thev wish us away ;
If they run, why, we follow, or run them

For if they won't fight us, we cannot do

more. Hearts of Oak.

Corrupted freemen are the worst of slayes.
The Oamesters. Prologue,

Their cause I plead, plead it in heart and

A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.
Prologue. On Quitting the Stage^ 1776,

Let others hail the rising sun :
I bow to that whose course is run.

On the Death of Mr. Henry Pelham, 1781.

The deyil*8 sooner raised than laid.

Prologue. Tlie School for Scandal,

You are of the society of the wits and
railers ; . . . the surest sign is, you axe an
enemy to marriage, the common butt of
eyery railer. The Country Oirl.* Act f , L

[Sir] SAMUEL GARTH (1661-1719).

And farmers fatten most when famine

reigns. The Dispensary. Canto S. /. 64»

A barren superfluity of words. /. 95,

The patient's ears remorseless he assails,
Muraers with jargon where his medicine
fails. /. 96.

Dissensions like small streams are first

Scarce seen they rise, but gather as they

run. Canto 5, /. I84.

'Tis next to conquer brayely to defend.

To die is landing on some silent shore.
Where billows neyer break, nor tempests

Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 'tis

o'er. /. g25.

Whilst others meanly asked whole months

to slay,
I oft di^atched the patient in a day.

Canto 4, L 58.
Some fell by laudanum, and some by steel.
And death m ambush lay in eyery pill.


Conquest pursues, where courage leads the

way. /. 98.

Harsh words, though pertinent, uncouth

None please the fancy, who offend the ear.
I. £04 '

• Founded on the *' Country Wife," by Wycherley
(1671 or 1672), in which play the passage is—
•* You are of the society of the wits and railleurs
. . . the surest sign isi since yon are an enemy to
marriage,— for that, I bear, you hate as much ai
business or bad wine."

When honour's lost, 'tis a relief to die ;
Death's but a sure retreat from infamy.

Canto 5, L Stl.
Restless Anxiety, forlorn Despair,
And all the faded family of Care.

No Muse is proof against a golden shower.

Claremont. /. 14*

Hard was their lodging, homely was their

For all their luxury was doing good. /. 14f7,

GEORGE GASCOIGNE(1626 7-1677).

All men are guests where Hope doth hold

the feast. The FmlU of War. 1.88.

I find this proyerb true.
That haste makes waste.

Oascolgne's Memories. 5, 7.

And as with guns we kill the crow,

For spoiling our relief.
The devil so must we o'erthrow.

With gunshot of belief. Good-morrow.

My bed itself is like the graye.

My sheets the winding sheet,
My clothes the mould which I must haye.

To coyer me most meet.
The hungry fleas, which frisk so freeh.

To worms I can compare.
Which greedily shall gnaw my flesh

And leaye the bones full bare.


JOHN GAY (1686-1732).

How, if on Swithin's feast the welkin lours,

And eyery penthouse streams with hasty

Twice twenty days shall clouds their

fleeces drain
And wash the payements with incessant

rain. Trlyia. Book 1, L 18t.

What woman can resist the force of
praise ? I. t60.

With thee oonyernng, I forget the way.f

Book t, I 4SO.
What will not Luxury taste? Earth, sea,

and air.
Are daily ransacked for the bill of fare !

Book 5, /. 299.
Moved by the rhetoric of a silver fee. /. 318,
All in the Downs the fleet was moored.

Sweet William't FarewelL
We only part to meet again :
Change, as ye list, ye winds! my heart

The faithful compass that still points to
thee. Ih.

t Ste Milton ; " With thee conversing I foivet
aU time."


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