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A-ngnst 12. 
VINE. — ■ Intoxication. 
Go, where he dwells when revelry is o’er ; — 
How on its rusty hinges creaks the door ; — 
A single brand is mouldering on the hearth ; 
The children show no bliss, no wonted mirth ; 
Their mouths are hungry, and their limbs are bare ; 
The stupid father nods, drunk in his broken chair. 
Tl C. Upham. 
!Angnst 13. 
VETCH. — Shyness. 
The stillest stream descries the greatest deepe ; 
The clearest sky is subject to a shower ; 
Conceit ’s most sweet, when as it seems to sleepe ; 
And fairest days do in the morning lower : 
The silent groves sweet nymphs they cannot miss, 
And Love loves most, where love most secret is. 
The rarest jewels hidden virtue yield, 
The sweet of traffique is a secret gaine ; 
The year once old doth show a barren field, 
And plants seem dead, and yet they spring again ; 
Cupid is blinde, — the reason why, is this : 
Love loveth most, when love most secret is. Anon. 
