Footnotes

[362:1] The incense of the heart may rise.—Pierpont: Every Place a Temple.

[363:1]

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,