Facts and fancies for the curious from the harvest-fields of literature

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Burns reproduces this thought in a song sent to his friend Thomson:

O poortith cauld, and restless love,

Ye wreck my peace between ye;

But poortith a’ I could forgie,

An ‘twerna for my Jeanie.

Douce, in his “Illustrations of Shakespeare,” quotes from Marlowe’s translation of Ovid’s “Art of Love:”

For Jove himself sits in the azure skies

And laughs below at lovers’ perjuries,

and says that from these lines of the “Ars Amatoria” Shakespeare took

At lovers’ perjuries,