Have done my credit in Men's eye much wrong.
XCV. In ed. 2:
One half so precious as the ware they sell.
XCVII. In ed. 2:
Toward which the fainting Traveller might spring.
XCVIII. In ed. 2:
Oh if the World were but to re-create,
That we might catch ere closed the Book of Fate,
And make The Writer on a fairer leaf
Inscribe our names, or quite obliterate!
XCIX. In ed. 2:
Ah Love! could you and I with Fate conspire.
C. In ed. 2: