47. You've turn'd up your nose at the short,
And cast down your eyes at the tall;
But then you just did it in sport,
And now you've no lover at all.
G. P. Morris.
48. Alive to feel and curious to explore
Each distant object of refined distress.
Whitehead—Roman Father.
49. You have a soul
Of god-like mould, intrepid and commanding: