At least, ’tis all transferred to you.
In vain is human strength—its boasted art—
While you sit here, you share my vows in part;
To Y—— [D] I give my ears, to you my eyes and heart.
[D] The Minister.
The Lucky Man. BY MR. WELSTED.
I owe, says Metius, much to Colon’s care;
Once only seen, he chose me for his heir:
True, Metius; hence your fortunes take their rise;
His heir you were not, had he seen you twice.