ee eee ee a A 
That in my throbbing mae tumultuous sprin 
Aischylus' s Cheophora. 
Thou—thou hast metamorphosed m 
Made me neglect my aa lose a 9 
War with good counsel, set the world at naug 
Made wit with musing weak, aes w “ith thought. 
Shaks. 
cate 
A vs that’s y our’s alon 
has it owned ivire’ s sway, 
rieeen long iets Ke" unknown. ... Cartwright. 
ANSWER. 
aoe’ best me—why should sorrow 
r that i w a shadow ar ng— 
ies fleet ta and to-morr 
Brightly ras and cna ae sing... . Charles Wolfe. 
TULIP, YELiLow. Horetess Love. What yoath so cold could view unmoved 
The maid — eve A poy y sha vel 
Ter Armine ; he love 
He lo acaan aa be despai ired. 
I poe thou doomest me to ae 
or wi , nor cansttT 
ns ah, Eliza, hear my prayer,— 
For pity’s sake forgive me! 
The music of thy voice I ee 
Nor wist while it enslaved m 
I saw thine eyes, yet nothing far 
Till fears no more had saved m 
d, 
By day or night, in weal or wo, 
And silent ache for thee 
Successful love may sate itself a 
ay, 
The wretched are the faithful ; ih their fate 
pain I bear, 
No thought can figure, and no tongue declare. . Prior. 
I cannot, nay, I wish not to be cured . Dryden. 
ANSWER. 
This love that thou hast show 
Doth add more grief, to too sack of mine own. . Shaks. 
