[105]. Exhalation [steam] of rich-distilled perfumes. Milton, Comus, 556.
[106]. Let their discreet hearts believe [think] it. Othello, Act II. Sc. 1.
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106. First and last and midst. Paradise Lost, v. 165.
Worn them as a rich jewel. Hazlitt quotes from himself. See vol. VI., Table Talk, p. 174.
Thrown into the pit. Cf. Genesis xxxvii. 24.
School calleth unto School. Psalm xlii. 7: ‘deep calleth to deep.’
[107]. My theme [shame] in crowds. Goldsmith, The Deserted Village, 412.
Brave o’er-hanging firmament. Hamlet, Act II. Sc. 2.