Gaze on her all the day, dream of her all the night, Dryden. Dunbar. July 29. Beneath the level of all care, Of sad distrust and jealousy. Waller. Anger is like a troubled sea ; when it is corrected with a soft reply, as with a little strand, it retires, and leaves nothing behind but froth and shells. Jeremy Taylor. July 30. I have honour and fame full enough for my lot, ill add to the treasures I've M. Zrinyi, trans. by Sir 7. Bowring. I never knew a woman so dote upon a man. Shakespeare (Merry Wives of Windsor). brent, John Anderson, my jo, John, when first we were acquent, Your locks were like the raven, your bonnie brow was But now your brow is bald, John, your locks are like the snow, Yet blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo! Scotch Song. Shakespeare (Two Gentlemen of Verona). |