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II. Love dozes by the purling brook, No friend to lonely places; Or, if he toy with Strephon's crook, His Chloes are the Graces. III. Forsake 'The Flaunting Town! Alas! Be cells for saints, my own love! The wine of life's a social glass, Nor may be quaffed alone, love. IV. Behold the dead and solemn sea, To which our beings flow; Let waves that soon so dark must be Catch every glory now.
If you believe Florio with Strephon's Estate would behave himself as he does now, Florio is certainly your Man; but if you think Strephon, were he in Florio's Condition, would be as obsequious as Florio is now, you ought for your own sake to choose Strephon; for where the Men are equal, there is no doubt Riches ought to be a Reason for Preference.
After you have expressed some Sense of the humble Approach of Florio, and a little Disdain at Strephon's Assurance in his Address, you cry out, What an unexceptionable Husband could I make out of both? If Strephon is not as accomplished and agreeable as Florio, Marriage to you will never make him so; but Marriage to you may make Florio as rich as Strephon?
Thus reflected Miss Redbud; and in accordance with this train of reasoning, did she conduct herself upon the occasion of which we speak. So, to Strephon's request to be informed why she came thither, without telling him, Chloe replied with a blush: "Oh, I came to school sir," she was about to add, but did not. "To school? Is this a school for young ladies?"
What use are the artists if they cannot bring their beautiful creations to life? An Ancient Woman has descended the hill path during Strephon's lament, and has heard most of it. She is like the He-Ancient, equally bald, and equally without sexual charm, but intensely interesting and rather terrifying.
II. Love dozes by the purling brook, No friend to lonely places; Or, if he toy with Strephon's crook, His Chloes are the Graces. III. Forsake 'The Flaunting Town! Alas! Be cells for saints, my own love! The wine of life's a social glass, Nor may be quaffed alone, love. IV. Behold the dead and solemn sea, To which our beings flow; Let waves that soon so dark must be Catch every glory now.
You and Allan have to put your arms around Gail every little while, and so does everybody else. And I'm supposed to be Strephon's mother. People have to, in theatricals." "Clarence seems to think so," said John dryly, and Joy turned her head to look at him more closely in the moonlight. "And now Clarence!
He saw that she was being annoyed surreptitiously and quietly. Behemoth was a Strephon, and he thought that he had found his Chloe. Garrison pulled his hat well down over his face, rose negligently, and entered the next car. He waited there a moment and then returned. He swung down the aisle. As he approached the girl he saw her draw back. Strephon's foot was deliberately pressing Chloe's.
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