O harbour all her parts in easefull plight:
Let no strange dreame make her faire body start.
"But yet, O dreame, if thou wilt not depart
In this rare subject from thy common right:
But wilt thy selfe in such a seate delight,
"Then take my shape, and play a lover's part:
Kisse her from me, and say unto her sprite,
Till her eyes shine, I live in darkest night."
The edition I quote from is that "Printed by W. S. for Simon Waterson, London, 1627." I may add, that I wrote to Moore as far back as 1824 to point out this singular coincidence; but although the communication was courteously acknowledged, I do not believe the circumstance has been noticed in any subsequent edition of Sheridan's memoirs.
T. C. SMITH.