An unrelenting foe to love;
And when we meet a mutual heart,
Come in between and bid us part?
752
THOMSON: _Song._


=Frailty.=

Frailty, thy name is Woman!
753
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,
And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings
His soul and body to their lasting rest.
754
SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act v., Sc. 7.


=France.=

'Tis better using France, than trusting France;
Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas,
Which he hath given for fence impregnable,
And with their helps only defend ourselves;
In them, and in ourselves, our safety lies.
755
SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.