“The vertue of her looks

Excels the precious stone,

Ye need none other books

To read or look upon.”

MOORE’S MELODIES.

“No, Freedom, whose smile we shall never resign,

Go tell our invaders, the Danes,

That ’tis sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine

Than to sleep but a moment in chains.”

Addison. Cato, act ii. sc. 1.