Paulo Purganti.

They never taste who always drink;

They always talk who never think.[287:5]

Upon a passage in the Scaligerana.

That air and harmony of shape express,

Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.[287:6]

Henry and Emma.

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Now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart,

And often took leave, but was loth to depart.[288:1]