The Deserted Village. Line 384.
O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree!
The Deserted Village. Line 385.
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
The Deserted Village. Line 413.
Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt;
It 's like sending them ruffles when wanting a shirt.[398:2]
The Haunch of Venison.
As aromatic plants bestow