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Oh, Madam, Persons of his Quality never make Love in Words, the greatness of their Actions show their Passion. Jac. Ay, 'tis true all the little Fellows talk of Love. Guil. Isa. Ah, Heav'ns, a Beer-glass. Guil.

With this psalm the notes commence thus: This out-spred-firmament of expansion God made amidds the waters for a separation and named it Heaven, which of David is said to be stretched out as courtayn and elsewhere is said to be as firm as moulten glass. So under this name firmament be commised the orbs of the heav'ns and the aier and the whole spacious country above the earth."

These heav'ns we see, be as a scroll, Or garment folded up, Before they do together roll, And we call'd in to sup. 10. There with the king, the bridegroom, and By him are led into His palace chambers, there to stand With his prospect to our view. 11. And taste and smell, and be inflam'd, And ravished to see The buildings he hath for us fram'd, How full of heaven they be. 12.

I know not, this noise of Weddings has set me agog, and I'll e'en in, and try what 'tis. Antonio, Clara, and Jacinta. Guil. Come, Madam, your Honour and I have something else to do, before I have fully dub'd you a Viscountess. Isa. Ah, Heav'ns, what's that? Guil. Why a certain Ceremony, which must be performed between a pair of Sheets, but we'll let it alone till Night. Isa.

How the wicked will be wailing and the righteous overjoyed When with fire the heav'ns are burning and the earth shall be destroyed!" This angel "set his right foot upon the sea, and his left foot on the earth," that his lion-like voice might be heard over all the world.

Would it be for your country's good, That you might pass for Alec. H d, Or, perhaps, and worse by half To be mistaken for Sir R h! Would you, like C , pine with spleen, Because your bit of silk was green? Would you, like C , change your side, To have your silk new dipt and dyed? Like him exclaim, 'My riband's hue Was green and now, by Heav'ns! 'tis blue, And, like him stain your honor too?

The sloe, which is the blackthorn, comes still earlier and has fewer leaves. That is the tree of the old English song: 'From the white-blossomed sloe My dear Chloe requested A sprig her fair breast to adorn. "No, by Heav'ns!" I exclaimed, "may I perish, If ever I plant in that bosom a thorn!"

Now dare not I cry out, lest the Doctor shou'd come, find me here, and kill me I'll try if it be mortal. Scar. feels the Point of it, and shrinks back, letting go his Hand. Scar. Who the Devil can this be? Bell. Out of a great Curiosity, A Shepherd did demand of me. Ay, ay, so it shall go. Tell me, said he, can you resign? Resign, ay, what shall rhyme to Resign? Ha, Heav'ns! What's this?

From heav'ns end, his egress: and his regress to the end of them hidd from his heat, none is: In order to show the proportion of annotation in the book, and to indicate the mental traits of the author, let me state that this psalm, in both prose and metrical versions, occupies about one page; while the closely printed annotations fill over three pages; which is hardly "explaining with brevitie," as Ainsworth says in his preface.

Shalt shew me fair Creation! Yea, the very heav'n of heav'ns! With whom these orders originated, unexampled in the history even of tyranny, I shall not venture to say. The major, who was my friend, advised me to persist in not answering. I followed his advice; and it produced this good effect that we mutually forced each other to a capitulation: they restored me my bed, and I was obliged to reply.