We are not tried but in our misery. He is a cunning coachman, that can turn well in a narrow room. Anon.
12.
Gray hairs.
—— upon whose reverend head
The milk-white pledge of wisdom sweetly spreads.—
Lodge.
13.
Ladies Dancing.
—— a fine sweet earthquake, gently moved
By the soft wind of whispering silks.—
Decker.