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Would have fheir tale believdd for their

oaths. Ih,.

Much curiousness is a perpetual wooing.
Nothing with labour, folly long a doing.

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F\ay not for gain bat sport. Wlio plaja for

more
Than Ke can lose wi& pleasure, etakes his

heait, —
Perhaps bis wife's too, and whom she hath

bore. The Temple. The Church JPoreh,

Only a herald, who that waj doth naas,
Ftnos his crackt name at length in the
chnrdi- glass. lb.

Who striye to sit out losing hands are lost

Ih,
In conyersation boldness now bears sway ;
Bat know, that nothing can so foolish be
As onptj boldness. lb,

A stmnbler stombles least in nigged way.

lb,

Laogh not too mach: the witty man

laaghs least lb.

All things are big with jest : nothing that's

plain
But may be witty, if thon hast the vein. lb.

Many affecting wit beyond their power
Have got to be a dear fool for an nonr. lb,

A sad wise yalonr is the braye complexion.



The giggler is a miQc-maid.



lb.
lb.



Towards great persons ose respectiye bold-

Ib.



Bat lore is lost; the way of friendship's

gone;
Thoogh Dayid had his Jonathan, Christ his

John. 2b,

Coortesy grows in court ; news in the dty.

2b,
Be calm in arguing : for fierceness makes
Error a fanlt and tnxth disconrtesie. 2b.

Calmness is great adyantase : he that lets
Another chafe may warm him at his fire.

2b.
Be osefol where thon liyest, that they may
Both want, and wish, thy pleasing presence

still. 2b,

Who aimeth at the sky,
Shoots higher much than he that means a

tree. lb.

Slackness breeds worms. 2b,

Scorn no man's loye, though of a mean

decree;
(Loye is a present for a mighty king,)
Mach less make any one thme enemy. 2b,

Man is Qod's image ; bat a poor man is

Christ's stamp to boot. lb,

Sondays obserre : think when the bells do

<A ime
*n8 angeii^ mosic. 2b»

Tbaagh priyate prayer be a brave design,
Tet puhUc hath more promises, more loye.

lb.



When once thy foot enters the church, be

bare.
Gk>d is more there than thou. lb.

Kneeling ne'er spoiled silk stocking : quit

thy state.
AH equal are within the church's gate. 2b.

Besort to sermons, but to prayers most :
Praying's the end of preacning. O be drest !
Stay not for th' other pin. lb.

Bring not thy plough, thy plots, thy pleasures
hither. 2b,

Judge not the preacher; for he is thy

Judge:
If thou mislike him, thou oonceiy'st him

not
Gk>d calleth preaching folly. Do not grudge
To pick out treasures from an earthen pot
The worst speaks sometlung good: if aU

want sense,
Gk>d takes a text, and preaches patience. 2b,

Play the man.
Look not on pleasures as they come, but go.

But who does hawk at eagles with a doye.
Ths Saeri/iet,

The growth of flesh is but a blister ;
Childhood is health. Molff Bapeitm.

Bibles laid open, millions of surprises. Sin.

There was no month but May. Ajflietum.

A peasant may belieye as much
As a great clerk, and reach the hurhesl
stature. Faith.

Death is still working like a mole.

And digs my graye at each remoye. Oraee,

We paint the deyil foul, yet he

Hath some good in him all agree. ^n.

O day most calm, most bright,
The fruit of this, the next world's bud ;
Th' endorsement of supreme delight,
Writ by a friend, and with his blood.

Simdaf,

The other da3rs and thou
Make up one man ; whose face thou art
Knocking at heayen with thy brow :
The worxy-days are the back-part ;
The burden of the week lies there. lb.

The Sundays of man's life,
Threaded together on Time's string,
Make bracelets to adorn the wife
Of the eternal glorious King.
On Sunday heayen's sate stands ope
Blessings are plentifiu and rife.
More plentiful than hope. lb.

Thou art a day of mirth,
And, where the week-days trail upon the

ground,
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HERBERT— HERRICK,



Money, thou 1)ane of bliss and source of
woe. The Temple. Avarice,

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky ;
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ;

For thou most die. Virtue.

Sweet rose, whose hne, an^ and brave,
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,
Thy root is ever in its grave,

And thou most die. lb.

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and rosee ;
A box where sweets oompacted lie. lb.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul,

like seasoned timber, never eives ;

But though the whole world turn to coal.

Then chiefly lives. Jb,

Man is one worlcL and hath

Another to attend him. Man.

Who shuts his hand, hath lost his gold ;
Who opens it, hath it twice told.

Chamu and Knots.

AH creatures have their joy and man hath
his. Man*$ Medley.

Would'st thou both eat thy cake and
have it? The Size.

Grasp not at much, for fear thou losest
alL lb.

He would adore my gifts instead of me,

And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature.
The Pulley,

V goodness lead him not, yet weariness

Ifay toss him to my breast. lb.

Let foreign nations of their language boast,

What fine variety each tongue affords ;

I Hke our language, aS our men and coast ;

Who cannot drees it well, want wit, not
words. The Sun.

Like summer friends.

Flies of estate and sunshine. The Answer.

Beauty and beauteous words should go
together. The Forerunners,

Throw away thy rod.
Throw away thy wrath ;
O my God,
Take the gentle path. IHseipline.

Love is swift of foot ;

Love*s a man of war. lb.

Who can 'scape his bow P lb.

A servant with this clause

Makes drudgery divine :

Who sweeps a room, as for thy laws.

Makes thot and th* action fine. The Elixir.

This is the famous stone

That tumeth all to gold. lb.

Religion always sides with poverlr.

The Church Militant.



He shoots higherj that threatens the
moon, than he that amis at a tree.

A Priest to the Temple. Frefaee,

The book of books, the storehouse and
ma^^azine of life and comfort, the Holv
Scriptures. Chap. 4.

But stones and sayings they will well
remember. Chap. 7.

Th^ parson exceeds not an hour in preach-
ing, b^use all ages have thought that a
competency. lb.

Bo well and light, and let the world sink.
Chap.t9.

[Rev.] ROBERT HERRICK (1591>

1674).
No man at one time can be wise and love.
Hesperldea. ^^o. 10. To Sihia.

Then in that Parly, all those powers
Voted the Bose the Queen of flowers.

No. 11, The Farliament of Roses.

He loves his bonds, who, when the flrst are

broke,
Submits his neck unto a second yoke.

N0.4X,
Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.
No. 48. Sorrows Succeed.

Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry.
Full and fair ones ; come and bnv.

No. SS. Cherry Ripe.

The proud Dictator of the state-like wood.
No. 68, All Things Decay,

Some asked me where the rubies grew,

And nothing did I say :
But with my finger pointed to

The lips of Julia.

No.7B, The Rock of Rubies,

A sweet disorder in the dress.

No. 83. Delight in Disorder,

Nature with little is content.
No. 100. No Want where there's Little.

You say to me-wards your affeotion^s

strong;
Pray love me little, so you love me long.
No. 14s. Love me Littlcy Love me Long.

Let bounteous Fate your spindles full
Fill, and wind up with whitest wool.

No. 149. An Epithalamie,

Tears are the noble language of the eye.

No. 150.
So let our love
As endless prove ;
And pure as gold for ever.

No. tft. A Ring Presented to Julia,

Hear all men speak ; but credit few or none.
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Gfttkerrv TOMtnidB, wliHe 70 may,

Old 111116 is still a-flying ;
And this same flower that smiles to-day,



To-moxrow will be dying.*

Hesperidas. No.tOS,
2V tks Fir^WM, to make nwek of Ilmd,

Only a little more

I naTe to write.

Then TU give o'er
And hid the world Good-night

2fs.tlL MisFoeirie Ms JHOar.
The first act's doubtful, but we say
It is the last eommends the play. JVb. tS5.
Ko man at one time can be wise and loYe.t

No, £30,
Bid me to K^a, and I will lire

Th;rPtotestanttobe:
Or bad me lore, and I will gire

A kmng heart to thee,
A heart as soft, a heart as kind,

A heart as sound and free
As in the whole world thou canst find,

That heart I'll give to thee. N^o. £68.

To AnUum, who may command him anything.

Bid me to weep, and I will weep
Whale I hare eyes to see ! lb.

Bid me despair, and I'll despair.
Under that cypress tree :

Or hid me die, and I will dare

E'en Death, to die for thee. Jb.

Thou art my lore, my life,' my heart.

The rery eyes of me :
And hast command of erery part

To Irre and die for thee. Jh.

Tlwugh good tilings answer many good

intents,
Crosns do still bring forth the best erents.

Ko, £76. Crottes,
Biest is the Bride on whom the sun doth

ahina. JVb. £84, A Nuptial Sony.

Becaow thou prizest things that axe
Oarions and unfamiliar.

M.'£94. Oberon*s Feast.
'Br time and counsel do the best we can,
Th' event is nerer in the power of man.
No. £96. Event of Things not in our Fotcer,

It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.

N0.SO9.

* ** Let as erown onrselTes with roeebnds, be.
tbre tbey be withered.' —" Wisdom of Solomon,"
ty&iSte also Spenser : '* Gather therefore tfae roses
whiUt yrt ii prime."—" Pkerie Qoeene," book 2,
oaoto 12, tt 75. MsoSiT'L Wyatt (c 1626);
" Therefore fear not to assay
To gather, ye that may,
Tbe flower tnat this day
Is fr««ber than tbe next."
— " That the Seamm of Enjoyment is Short.**
rSes Latin ; «' Amare et sapere," etc



Since time a thousand cares
And griefs hath filed upon my silver hairs.

No. 366. The Parting Verse.
Thou shalt not aU die ; for while love's fire

shines
Upon his altar, men shall read thy lines.

No. S67. Upon Himself.
Great men by small means oft are over-
ti irown. No. 488.

C Love j n extremes can never long endure.

No. 495. A Caution,
Her pretty feet
like snails did creep
A little out, and then.
As if they started at Bo-peep,
Did soon draw in a^radn. I

No. 6£6. Upon her Feet.
I doe love I know not what ;
Sometimes this and sometimes that.

No. 686. No Luck in Love.
Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.

No. 6£4. Glory,
Go to your banauet, then, but use delight
So as to rise still with an appetite.

No. 634. Connubii Flores.

Yet thou dost know
That the best compost for the lands
Is the wise masters feet and hands.

No. 663. The Country life.
O happy life ! if that their good
The husbandmen but understood ! § lb.
If little labour, little are our gains :
Man's fortunes are according to bis pains.

No. 764.
Examples lead us, and we likely see
Such as the prinoe v^ will his people be.

No. 761.
Men are suspicious ; prone to discontent :
Subjects still loathe the nresent government.
No. 9££. Present Government Grievous.

No man such rare parts hath that he can swim
If favour or occasion help not him.

No. 954. No Man without Money.
No4iiing's so hard but search will find it out. R
No. 1009. Seek and Find.
The only oomkyri of my life
Is that I never yet had wife.

No. 1053. His Comfort.
Love of itselTs too sweet The best of all
Is when love's honey has a dash of gall.

No. 1086. Another of Love.
Give, if thou canst, an alms : if not, afford,
Instead of that, a sweet and gentle word.

Mobla Mumbers. Ao. 71. Alms.

t See Suckling : " Her feet beneath her petti-

ooat," etc
9 Tran^ation of Latin : " O fortunatos,'* etc
II " Nil tarn difficile est qnin quterendo investl-

garl poflsit."— TKRXNca.



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HERVEY— HOLCROFT.



la thlB a fast to keep

The larder lean
And clean ?

Moble Mnmben. No, ttS.
To Keep a True Leni,
No, 'tis a fast to dole

Thy sheaf of wheat
And meat
Unto the htingry soul.
It is to fast from strife,

From old debate
And hate;
To circmncise thy life.
To show a heart grief -rent
To starve thy^ sin.
Not bin.
And that's to keep thy Lent. Ih.

JOHN HERVEY, Lord Henrey

(1696-1743).
Slander, that worst of poisons, erer finds
An easy entrance to ignoble minds.

Translation of JvTenaL

Even now, while I writc^ time steals on our

youth,
And a moment's cut off from thy friendship

and truth. To a Friend.

THOMAS K. HERVEY (1799-1OT9).
The tomb of him who would have made
The world too glad and free.

The DotU's Progress.

A love that took an early root

And had an early doom. lb.

Like ships that sailed for sunny isles

But never came to shore I li.

JASPER HEYWOOD, D.D. (Son of
John Heywood) (1635-1698).

There Sackville's sonnets sweetly sauced
And featly fin^d be.
Metrioal Preface to *' Tht/eates'* of
Seneca^ translated into English verse,

JOHN HEYWOOD (1497 7-1680 7).
The loss of wealth is loss of dirt,
As sages in all times assert.

Be Htrry Friends.

Let the world slide, let the world go ;

A fig for care, and a fig for woe !

If I can't i)ay, why I can owe.

And death makes equal the high and low.

lb,
THOMAS HEYWOOD (d. 16607).
I hold he loves me best that calls me Tom.
Hierarchi* of the Blessed Angels.

Seven cities warred for Homer bein^ dead.
Who living had no roof to shroud his head.

Ih.



Her that ruled the roast in the kitchen.

History of Women.

Content's a kingdom.

A Woman killed with Kindness.

HICKSON, WM. EDW. (1803-1870).

'Tis a lesson you should heed,

Tiy, tary, try again.
If at first you don't succeed,

Try, try, try again. ^ _ ^ .

Try and try again.

AARON HILL (1686-1760).

First, then, a woman will, or won't, depend

on't ;
If she will do't, she wiU; and there's an

end on't.* Epilogue to Zanu

Tender -handed stroke a nettle ^
And it stings you for your pains ;

Grasj) it like a man of mettle
And it soft as silk remains.

Written on a Window in Scotland.

'Tis the same with common natures :

Use 'em kindly, they rebel ;
But be rough as nutmeg-graters.

And the rogues obey you welL lb,

THOMAS HOBBES (1688-1679).

Words are wise men's counters ; they do
but reckon by them : but they are the money
of fools. The Leviathan. Fart i, canto 4,

THOMAS HOCCLEVE {or OceleTe)

(1870T-1460T).
Youth, alas, why wilt thou not incline

And unto ruled reason bow^ thee,
Syn Reason is the verray straights line
That leadeth folk into felicitee P

La mala regie.

Woe be to him that lust to be alone.
For if he fall^, help^ hath he none.

De Regimine Prinolpiinu

Some man for lakke of occupaciotin
MusethI f erther than his witte may Btree<^e
And all thurghe the fiend^'s instigacioiin
Bampnable erroure holdethe. lb,

THOMAS HOLCROFT (1746-1809).

The poor man alone.

When he hears the poor moan.

From a morsel a morsel will give,



Welladay!



Oaffer Gray.



• On s pillar erected In the Dane John Fi€ld,
Oanterbury, were inscribed, according to the
Jbximincr (May 31, 1829), the lines—
*' Where is the man who has the power and skill

To stem the torrent of a woman's will?

Fur if she will, she will, you may depend on't ;

And if she won't, she won't ; so there's an end
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Dun as an alderman at cliurch, or a fat
lapdog after dinner. Duplicity. Act 1, L

LoTe and a red noee canH be hid. Act i, 1,

There is a maxim indeed which says—
"Friendship can only subsist between
eqnals."

The School for Arrogance. Act 3^ 1,

HUGH HOLLAND (d- 1^33).

I would both sing thy praise and praise
thy singing. To OUes Famaby.

[Sir] RICHARD HOLLAND (fl. 1450).

Dowglas, O Dowglas, tendir and trewe.

The Bake of the Howlat. St, SI.

JOSEPH O. HOLM AN (1764-1817).
Erery difficulty yields to the enterprising.
The Votary of Wealth. Act 4, 1.

OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES

(1809-1894).
▲t^ tear her tattered ensi^ down !

Xiong has it wared on high,
And many an e^e has danced to see

That banner m the sky ;
Beneath it rung the battle shout,

And bunt tl^ cazmon*8 roar ; —
The meteor of the ocean air

Shan sweep the clouds no more !

Earlier Poems. Old Irontidet.

Kail to the mast her holy flag.

Set every threadbare sail,
And give her to the Ood of storms,

The lightning and the gale ! lb.

The mossy marblse rest

On the Hps that he has pressed

In tiirar bloom,
And the names he loved to hear
Hare been carved for many a year

On the tomb. The Last Uaf,

And a crook is in his back,
And a melancholy crack

In his lau^ Tb,

1 know it is a sin
For me to sit and grin

At him here ;
But the old three-cornered hat,
And Uie breeches and aU that,

Are io queer ! lb,

Thon sav*Bt an undisputed thing

In such a solemn way. To an Insect,

Why will she train that winter curl

In such a spring-like way ? My Aunt,

Her waist is ampler than her life.

For life is but a span. Ih,

It's very hard to lose your cash.
But harder to be shot. . ^ . ,

The Muno Onndert,



Their discords sting through Bums and
Moore,
Like hedgehogs dressed in lace. Ih.

You think the^ are crusaders sent

From some mfemal clime,
To pluck the eyes of Sentiment,

And dock the tail of Rhyme,
To crack the voice of Melody,

And break the legs of time. Ih.

And Silence like a poultice comes
To heal the blows of sound.



76.
lb.



It cannot be,— it is, — it is,—
A hat is going round.

Go very quietly and drop
A button in the hat ! lb.

And since, I never dare to write
As funny as I can.

The Height of the Ridiculous,
I sometimes sit beneath a tree
And read my own sweet songs.

The Last Reader.
When the last reader reads no more. lb.

He, whose thoughts differing not in shape,

but dress.
What others feel more fitly can express.

Poetry. A Metrical Essay.

The freeman, casting with unpurchased hand
The vote that shakes the turrets of the land.

lb.
The true essentials of a feast are only fun
and feed.

Additional Poems. Nux Fbstcanatiea,

The warm, champagny, old-particular,

brandy-punchy feeling. lb,

Man wants but little drink below,

But wants that little strong.

A Sony of other Days,
Yes, child of suffering, thou may*st well be

sure
He who ordained the Sabbath loves the

poor ! A Rhymed Lesson ( Urania).

Uncursed by doubt our earliest creed we

take;
We love the precepts for the teacher's sake.

lb.
Once more ; speak clearly, if you speak at

all;
Carve every word before you let it fall. lb.

And. when you stick on conversation's burrs,
Don't strew your pathway with those dread-
ful urs, lb.

Sweet is the scene where genial friendship

plays
The pleasing game of interchanging praise.
An After Dinner Foem,
Thou, O my coxmtry hast thy foolish ways.
Too apt to purr at every stnmger's praise !



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HOLMES.



Where go the poel'a lines P—

Answer, ye evening tapen !
Ye aubnm locks, ye golden oorU,

Speak from your folded papers !

MiMellaneoot Poemi. Th^ PoetU Lot.

I read it in the story-book that, for to kiss

his dear,
Leander swam the Hellespont,— iind I will

swim this here.

The Ballad of the Oysterman.

Build thee more stately mansions, O, my
soul,

As the swift seasons roll !
Leave thy low-vaulted past !
Let each new temple, nobler than the last
Shut ttiee from heaven with a dome more
vast,

Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by lifers un-
resting sea I The Chambered Maatiloi.

The old. old story.— fair, and young,
And lond, — and not too wise.
Songi in Many Keys. /. Affnet. Fart 1.

Wisdom has taught us to be calm and meek,
To take one blow, and turn the other cheek ,
It is not written what a man shall do,
If the' rude caitiff smite the other too !

Non'Reiiitanee,

Feels the same comfort while his acrid words
Turn the sweet milk of kindness into curds
The Moral BuUy,

Call him not old whose visionary brain
Holds o'er the past its xmdivided reign.
For him in vain the envious seasons roll
Who bears eternal summer in his soul.

The Old Player.

Truth is for other worlds, and hope for this ;
The cheating future lends the present's bUM.

Ih.

Dream on ! there's nothing but illusion true !

lb.
Poets are prosy in their common talk,
As the fast trotters, for the most part, walk.
The Banker'' 9 I)inner.

The man that often speaks but never talks.

lb.
See how he throws his baited lines about.
And plays his men as anglers play their
trout. lb,

Alas for those that never sing,
But die with all their music in them !

//. The Voiceleu,

Not always right in all men's eyes,
But faithful to the light within.

A Birthday Tribute.



Behold— not him we knew !
This was the prison which his soul looked
through. The Last Look.

We greet the monarch-peasant.

For the Bum* Centennial Celebratton.

We praise him not for ffifts divine, —
His muse was bom ot woman. —

His manhood breathes in every line, —
Was ever heart more human P lb.

Man has his will, — but woman has her way.

Poems from the Autocrat of the

Breakfast Table. Froloyue,

When she was a girl (forty summers ago)
Aunt Tabitha tells me they never did so.

Poems from the Poet at the
Breakfiist Table. Aunt Tabitha.

How wicked we are, and how good th^
were then ! Jo,

Fate tried to conceal him by naming him

Smith. Poems of the Glass of *89.

The Boy:

You hear that boy laughing P— You think

he's all fun ;
But the angels laugh, too, at the good he

has done ;
The children laugh loud as they troop at his

call,
And the poor nian that knows him laughs

loudest of aU ! lb.

One flag, one land, one heart, one hand,
One nation, evermore !

Voyage of the Good Ship " Unions

Time could not chill him, fortune sway.
Nor toU with all iU burdens tire. F. W. C.

Boston State-house is &e hub of tho
Solar System.

Autocrat of the BreakfiiBt Table.

No love so true as love that dies untold.

The Mysterious Illness.

It is the folly of the world constantly
which confounds its wisdom.

The Professor at the Breakfast Table.
Chap. 1.

Life is a great bundle of little things. lb.

A moment's insight is sometimes worth a
life's experience. Chap. 10.

Science is a first-rate piece of furniture
for a man's upper-chamber, if he has
common-sense on the ground floor.

The Poet at the Breakfast Table. Chap. 5.

It is the province of knowledge to speak,
and it is the privilege of wisdom to listen.

Chap. 10.

Life is a fatal complaint, and an eminently
oontagiovs one. Chap. It.



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[Kcv.3 JOHN HOME (1722-1808).

In the first days
Oi my disferactmg grief, I found myself —
As iromexi wish to oe, who lore their lords.
Douglas. Act 1, 1.

My name is Norral ; on the Grampian hills
My father feeds his flocks ; a fmgal swain,
Whose constant cares were to increase his
store. Act f, i.



I am not what I have
should he.



heen;



what I
lb.



like Douglas oonqnsr, or like Douglas die.

lb.
He seldom em
Who thinks the worst he can of womankind.

Act f , S.
Pear not that I shall mar so fair an harvest
By putting in my sickle ere 'tis ripe.

Act 5, i.
Th» truly generous is the truly wise. lb.

THOMAS HOOD (1799-1846).
One more unfortunate,

'Weary of breath,
Hai^y miportunate,

Grone to her dea& ! The Bridge of Bl^ha.

T^ake her up tenderly,

liift her with care ;
Fashioned so slenderly,

IToung and so fair f

Liook at her garments
CHnging like cerements.

Loving not loathing.

AH that remains of her
I^ow is pure womanly.

Past all dishonour,
I>eath has left on her
Only the heautifuL

Stfll for an slips of her3
One of Eve's family.

"Wnm there a nearer one
Still, and a dearer one,
Tet, thanaU other?



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for the rarity,
CH Christian cbarify
Under the sjm !
Oh! it was pitiful I
Near a whole city foil,
Hosne had she none.

Even God's providence
Seemisg estranged.

Mad from life's history.
Glad to death's mystery.
Swift to he hnrle^^
Anywhere, anyw^here
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Picture it— think of it.

Dissolute Man !

Laye in it, drink of it

Then, if you can 1 Jb.

Owning her weakness.

Her evn hehaviour,

And leaying, with meekness.

Her sins to her Saviour ! i>.

Touched with the dewy sadness of the time,
To think how the sweet months had speot
their prime.

Plea of the Midsummer Ftairlea.

And stately peacocks with their splendid
eyes. lb.

G^unt was he as a wolf of Languedoo. lb.

Methought a scornful and malignant curl
Showed on the lips of that malicious churi.
To think what noble havocs he had made.

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The shrill sweet hu-k. lb.

The bird forlorn
That singeth with her breast against a thorn.

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But wouldst thou hear the melodies of time.
Listen when sleep and drowsy darlmw

roll
Over hushed cities, and the midnight chime
Sounds from their hundred docks, and

deep bells toll,
like a last knell over the dead world's souL

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