Footnotes

[294:2] We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman.—Cibber: Love's Last Shift, act iv.

[294:3] Born in a cellar, and living in a garret.—Foote: The Author, act 2.

Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.—Byron: A Sketch.

[295:1] See Shakespeare, page [72].

[295:2] Be wise to-day, 't is madness to defer.—Young: Night Thoughts, night i. line 390.

To die is landing on some silent shore

Where billows never break, nor tempests roar;

Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 't is o'er.

The Dispensary. Canto iii. Line 225.

I see the right, and I approve it too,

Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.[295:4]

Ovid, Metamorphoses, vii. 20 (translated by Tate and Stonestreet, edited by Garth).

For all their luxury was doing good.[295:5]

Claremont. Line 149.