Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days
Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,
Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.
The Traveller. Line 251.
They please, are pleas'd; they give to get esteem,
Till seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.[395:1]
The Traveller. Line 266.
Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies.
Methinks her patient sons before me stand,