...obvious to every underftanding reader. The fine and Mark, heaven drowfy with the harmony 1 Never durft poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs ; O, then his lines would ravifh favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. — -*— From...

...ike element oftbtjty ta a calm, ey tbeir barma«ious applaufis of tbii favturtd orator, Never durft poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs ; O, then his lines would ravifli favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. — From womens'...

...when love fpeite, the voice of a'l the gods Make1; heaven drowfy with the harmony 2. Never durft p^et touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs | 0, then hb lines would r.wifh favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From women's...

...And, when love fpeaks, 9 the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowfy with the harmony. Never durft poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs ; O, then his lines would ravifli favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From women's...

...JQHNSON. I think it would be better to read frefdence, ie no lefs confident of fuccefs. AB Never durft poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs j O, then his lines would ravifh favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. Love's Labour...

...more canvassed than this. I believe, it wants no alteration of the words, but only of the pointings And when love speaks (the voice of all), the gods Make heaven drowsy with thy harmony. Love, I apprehend, is called the voice of all, as gold, in Timon, is said to speak with...

...And, when love fpeaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowfy with the harmony г. Never dürft poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's figlis ; O, then his lines would ravifh favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From women's...

...^1rtd t wbealovefftalti, (tttvaicc cfaU,) tbtgodt Make leaven droiufy 'with the larmotty, Never dnrft poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with lore's fighs ; O, then his lines would raviih favageears, And plant in tyrants mildhumility. From women's...

...: And when Love fpeaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowfy with the harmony. Never durft poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with Love's fighs : O ! then his lines would ravifh favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humanity. Love's Labour...

...And, when love fpeaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowfy with the harmony. Never durft poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs ; " O, then his lines would ravifli favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From women's...