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While idly I stood looking o 
I found the effect of dove in Sicness? eres ie « CaURMs 
I looked; and looked, and still with new delight; 
Such joy my soul, such pleasure filled my sight. 
Dryden, from Chaucer. 
Helen, I love brant by my life I do 
I swear by that which I will lose for th 
To prove him eg that says I love Pe not. . Shaks. 
And all the faith, the virtue of my heart, 
The object, and the pleasure of mine eye, 
Is on Helena 
Whom I do love, and will do to my death 
ANSWER. 
He is 
A gentleman, that will speak more in a minute 
Than he will stand to in a month, 
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SoLITUDE IS SOMETIMES BEST SocteTy. Few are the faults we flatter when alone 
Oh pleasant i is it for the heart 
To gather up itself apart: 
To think its own thoughts, and to be 
Vai 
With frozen feelings, tutor’d eye, 
And smile, which is itself a lic. 
L. 
E.L. The Lost Pleiad. 
No ’tis not here that solitude is known, 
Through the wide world he only is alone 
Who lives not for another. . 
If from society we learn to live, 
’Tis solitude should teach us how to die; 
It hath no flatterers; vanity can give 
No hollow aid ;—alone—man with his God must strive. 
Byron 
Devorion. Gaze on my cheek, 
sa let its hue when thou art near, my heart’s devotion 
, 
Lock on my dim and tearful eye, my pale and rigid 
And list my wild, unbidden — what need of _— 
Ano 
20.d her 
With adoration—feast my eye, while all 
My other senses starve; and oft frequenting 
The place which she makes happy with her presence, 
What ’tis I languish for; yet I must gaze still 
Though it increase my flame. 
Massinger’s Bashful Lover. 
A Lr Ee 
