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FOSTBNE-IELLER, 143 
HONEYSUCKLE. 
He sits ’mongst men like a descended god; 
He hath a kind of honor sets him off 
More than a mortal seeming. 
ShAKSREARE. 
The prettiest low-born lass that ever 
Kan on the green sward; nothing she does 
or seems 
But smacks of something greater than herself. 
Shakspeaee. 
