CHAP. XXIX. [P. 168.]
A new path opened in the pilgrimage of life—Beggars must not be choosers—rather rhapsodical in parts. An old saw exemplified, “Chi ha amor nel petto ha le sprone ne i franchi.” Aliter.
He who has love in his breast has spurs in his side.
CHAP. XXX. [P. 173.]
The tear my Laura sheds is true,
For seldom shall she hear a tale
So sad, so tender, and so true.
CHAP. XXXI. [P. 180.]
Fox-hunting parsons not always coarse, rude, or illiterate. Men of elegant birth, education, and accomplishments, not always polished in their manners, or attractive in their outward appearance.