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3.0ml, 0.m. — Johnson.
3.0ml,0m. — Byron.
310mgebitp. — Colton. WERE the Life of man prolonged, he would become such a proficient in villany, that it would be necessary again to drown or to burn the World. Earth would become a Hell: for future rewards, when put off to a great distance, would cease to encourage, and future punishments to alarm.
3.00king up\matt. — Colton. “OUR thoughts,” says an eloquent divine, “like the waters of the sea, when exhaled toward Heaven, will lose all their bitterness and saltness, and sweeten into an amiable Humanity, until they descend in gentle showers of love and kindness upon our fellow-men.” 310quacity). — Fuller. LEARN to hold thy Tongue. Five Words cost Zacharias forty Weeks' Silence.
3104ttacity). — Fuller. HOU may’st esteem a Man of many Words and many Lies much alike. 310bc.—Shakspeare. SHE is so conjunctive to my life and Soul, That, as the Star moves not but in his Sphere, I could not but by her.
310bt. — Shakspeare.
And simpler than the infancy of Truth.
310be. — Shakspeare. THIS bud of Love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous Flower, when next we meet.
310te. — Campbell.
3Lobe. — Shakspeare. O BRAWLING Love! O loving Hate! O anything, of nothing first create O heavy lightness I serious Vanity Mis-shapen Chaos of well-seeming forms 1 Feather of Lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick Health ! Still-waking Sleep, that is not what it is 1
3.0te. — Moore.
Of its existence, but the whole—
3.0 pe. — Byron.
INSTEAD of poppies, Willows Waved o'er his couch ; he meditated, fond Of those sweet bitter thoughts which banish sleep, And make the Worldling sneer, the Youngling weep.
310bc. — Spenser.
310 be. — Mrs. Tighe. OH! never may Suspicion's gloomy sky Chill the sweet glow of fondly trusting Love! Nor ever may he feel the scowling eye Of dark Distrust his Confidence reprove In pleasing error may I rather rove, With blind reliance on the hand so dear, Than let cold Prudence from my eyes remove Those sweet delusions, where no doubt nor fear, Nor foul Disloyalty, nor cruel Change appear.
310bc. — Shakspeare. SHE loved me for the Dangers I had pass'd ; And I loved her, that she did pity them.
310bc. — Shakspeare.
3.0 pe. — Byron. © OH ! I envy those Whose Hearts on Hearts as faithful can repose, Who never feel the void—the wandering thought That sighs o'er visions—such as mine hath wrought.
IF ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it remember me: For, such as I am, all true Lovers are ; Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
Save, in the constant Image of the creature
310be. — Shakspeare.
ITELL thee, I am mad In Cressid's love. Thou answer'st, she is fair; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my Heart Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice; Handlest in thy discourse—O that her hand 1 (In whose comparison, all whites are Ink . Writing their own reproach) to whose soft seizure The Cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of Sense Hard as the palm of Ploughman.
310be. — Shakspeare. IF he be not one that truly loves you, That errs in Ignorance, and not in cunning,
I have no judgment in an Honest face.
310 be. — Mrs. Tighe. OH! who the exquisite delight can tell, The joy which mutual Confidence imparts? Or who can paint the charm unspeakable Which links in tender bands two faithful Hearts 7 In vain assail’d by Fortune's envious darts, Their mitigated woes are sweetly shared, And doubled Joy reluctantly departs: Let but the sympathizing heart be spared, What Sorrow seems not light, what Peril is not dared?
3.0 pe. — Shakspeare. OLDNESS comes to me now, and brings me Heart: Prince Troilus, I have loved you night and day, For many weary months. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win 7 Hard to seem won : but I was won, my lord, With the first glance that ever—pardon me— If I confess much, you will play the Tyrant : I love you now; but not till now, so much But I might master it—in faith, I lie— My thoughts were, like unbridled children, grown Too headstrong for their Mother; see, we fools I Why have I blabb’d 7 who shall be true to us, When we are so unsecret to ourselves 7 But though I loved you well, I woo'd you not ; And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a Man: Or that We women had men's privilege, Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue; For in this rapture I shall surely speak The thing I shall repent ; see, see, your silence (Cunning in dumbness) from my Weakness draws My very Soul of Counsel.
3.0 be. — Sir Samuel E. Brydges.
3Lobe. — Shakspeare.
In love, where Scorn is bought with Groans; coy Looks,
310be. — Shakspeare.
Make me a Willow cabin at your gate,
3Lobe. — Shakspeare. UT Love, first learned in a lady's Eyes, Lives not alone immured in the Brain; But with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as Thought in every power; And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices. It adds a precious seeing to the Eye: A Lover's Eyes will gaze an Eagle blind A Lover's Ear will hear the lowest sound, When the suspicious head of thrift is stopt. Love's Feeling is more soft and sensible, Than are the tender horns of cockled snails. Love's Tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in Taste; For Savour, is not Love a Hercules? Still climbing trees in the Hesperides. Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair: And when Love speaks the voice of all the Gods, Mark, Heaven drowsie with the harmony | Never durst Poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs; Oh, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in Tyrants mild humility.