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She’s noble—noble, one to keep 
Embalmed for dreams of fever'd sleep. 
An eye for nat taste refined, 
Peat ase swift—and balanced mind; 
re than all, a gift of at 
To suc ea a spirit t fineness wroug 
That on my ear her language + 
As if each word dissolved a spell 
SORREL, Wirp. Wir 1 tiwep. He makes a foe, who makes a jest..........- Gay. 
Intemperate wits will spare neither friend nor foe. 
I’ Estrange, 
What tho’ wit tickles, tickling is unsafe 
If still ’tis painful while it ma ras us laugh. 
Who, for the poor reason of being smart 
Would leave a sting within a brother’ 8 heart? Young. 
Pernicious talent! flattered by the world, 
By the blind world, which thinks the talent rare. . Jd. 
SPEEDWELL. Femate Fipetiry. Oh! woman’s love's a holy light 
And when ’tis kindled, ne’er can die, 
VERONICA. It lives, though treachery and slight 
To quench the constant flame may try. 
Like ivy, where it grows ’tis seen 
To wear an everlasting ye 
Like ivy, too, ’tis found to 
Too often round a seen al, 
Pure. as the snow the summer sun 
Hopeless, often, when most fond— 
Without hope or fear beyond 
Its own pale fidelity— 
And this woman’s love can be. . 
SPIDER WORT. I ESTEEM, BUT DO NOT Love you. There’s something tells me (but it is not love) 
I would not lose you; and you know yourself, 
TRADESCANTI VIRGINICA. Hate counsels not in such a quality 
Oh, do not talk to me of he 
Tis deepest cruelty to 
Why throw a net around ‘tae 
That might be PORES light te free? , . Westmacott. 
