Who without mercy could on misery look;
(A way perceiv'd by craft, approved by pride),
She cross'd and pass'd him on the other side.



TALE V.



THE PATRON.

It were all one,
That I should love a bright peculiar star,
And think to wed it; she is so much above me:
In her bright radiance and collateral heat
Must I be comforted, not in her sphere.
SHAKESPEARE, All's Well that Ends Well.

Poor wretches, that depend
On greatness' favours, dream as I have done,
Wake and find nothing.
Cymbeline.

And since -
Th' affliction of my mind amends, with which
I fear a madness held me.
Tempest.

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