[Heaved from a sheepcote].
The wine of poetry is drank.
‘The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.’
Macbeth, II. 3.
[135]. Play [sport] with Amaryllis in the shade. Lycidas, 68.
Fonthill. The residence of ‘Vathek’ Beckford.
To every good work reprobate. Epistle to Titus, i. 16.
[136]. Of whom the world was not worthy. Epistle to the Hebrews, xi. 38.
This was some time a mystery. ‘This was some time a paradox, but now the time gives it proof.’ Hamlet, III. 1.