[5] The temple of Jupiter Ammon and the tomb of Battus, founder of the city of Cyrene, were four hundred miles apart, the intervening space being a waste of sand.
What more? All’s not enough: mix all t’express
My dear girl’s morning kisses’ sweetnesses.
You’d know her name? I’ll naught but kisses tell;
I doubt, I swear, you’d know her fain too well.
Old MS. 16th. Century.
[7] Tennyson.
[8] The Duke of Clarence to Lady E. Beauchamp.
[9] Ruprecht may be called the Father Nicholas, who comes on Christmas eve and plays all sorts of tricks.