Footnotes
[362:1] The incense of the heart may rise.—Pierpont: Every Place a Temple.
Thus when a barber and a collier fight,
The barber beats the luckless collier—white;
The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack,
And big with vengeance beats the barber—black.
In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'erspread,
And beats the collier and the barber—red:
Black, red, and white in various clouds are tost,