...both from the custom of the times, and from bis own amatory disposition. He has himself told us that " els, speaking of a coxcomb, says, " Lott. Act iv. sc. 3. and we have seen that an opportunity for qualification was very early placed within...

...bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair ; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes ā o 򞴁 tempcr'd with love's sighs. O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility....

...bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair ; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch...write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs. O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. 8— .iv, 3. 344 Why...

...their Amandas are often the shadows of some real object ; for as Shakspeare's experience told him, " Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd wilh love's sighs." Their imagination is perpetually colouring those pictures of domestic happiness...

...his hair ; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.2 Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were tempered with love's sighs ; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild...

...but have for the present laid it aside, since I have not been able to decide upon a heroine, and, ' never durst poet touch a pen to write, until his ink were tempered with love's sighs ;' but I have now a prose work in contemplation, which I hope to bring out...

...their Amandas are often the shadows of some real object ; for as Shakespeare's experience told him, " Never durst poet touch a pen to write. Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs." Their imagination is perpetually colouring those pictures of domestic happiness on which they delight...

...bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair ; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch...write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs ; Oh, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From women's eyes...

...bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair : And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch...write, Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs : O ! then his lines would ravage savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From women's eyes...

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