And having nothing, yet hath all.[174:4]

The Character of a Happy Life.

You meaner beauties of the night,

That poorly satisfy our eyes

More by your number than your light;

You common people of the skies,—

What are you when the moon[174:5] shall rise?

On his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia.[174:6]

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He first deceased; she for a little tried