The Gamester. Act iii. Sc. 4.
'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
WILLIAM SHENSTONE.
1714-1763.
Written on the Window of an Inn.
Whoe'er has traveled life's dull round,
Where'er his stages may have been,
May sigh to think he still has found
His warmest welcome at an inn.
Jemmy Dawson.
For seldom shall you hear a tale
So sad, so tender, and so true.