[261:1] One of our poets (which is it?) speaks of an everlasting now.—Southey: The Doctor, chap. xxv. p. 1.

[261:2]

Loose his beard and hoary hair

Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.

Gray: The Bard, i. 2.

[261:3] See Bacon, page [167].

[262:1] Ravish'd with the whistling of a name.—Pope: Essay on Man, epistle iv. line 281.

[262:2] Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.—Gray: Progress of Poesy, iii. 3, 4.

[262:3]

For he lives twice who can at once employ