Could we with ink the ocean fill, 127. 180. 257. 422. 522. 648.
Crowns have their compass, 376.
* Cutting off the little heads of light, 56.
Earth says to earth, &c., 110. 353.
Firm was their faith, the ancient bands, 564.
From the sublime to the ridiculous, 177.
Homo unius libri, 440. 569.
Horace, De Arte Poetica, 444.
* in copy of the Pugna Porcorum, 151.
In necessariis unitas, 197. 281.