[550:5] See Churchill, page [413].
To all nations their empire will be dreadful, because their ships will sail wherever billows roll or winds can waft them.—Dalrymple: Memoirs, vol. iii. p. 152.
[551:1] See Burton, page [186].
[551:2] The subject of these lines was Mrs. R. Wilmot.—Berry Memoirs, vol. iii. p. 7.
[552:1] See Congreve, page [294].
[552:2] Natura il fece, e poi ruppe la stampa (Nature made him, and then broke the mould).—Ariosto: Orlando Furioso, canto x. stanza 84.
The idea that Nature lost the perfect mould has been a favorite one with all song-writers and poets, and is found in the literature of all European nations.—Book of English Songs, p. 28.
[553:1] She floats upon the river of his thoughts.—Longfellow: The Spanish Student, act ii. sc. 3.
[553:2] With a heart for any fate.—Longfellow: A Psalm of Life.
[554:1] My heart is wax to be moulded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain.—Cervantes: The Little Gypsy.