‘The Tolbooth felt defrauded of his charms,
If Jeffrey died, except within her arms:
Nay last not least, on that portentous morn,
The sixteenth story, where himself was born,
His patrimonial garret, fell to ground.’
English Bards and Scotch Reviewers.
Pope, Homer’s Iliad, IX. 725.
Horace, Sat. II. 7, 86.
‘Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,
Which busy care draws in the brains of men.’—Ibid.