LXVIII. 149.
So, it is all I can, take, Allius, answer, a little Verse, to requite thy much friendship, a contrary boon.
These little rites, a stone, a verse, receive, 'Tis all a father, all a friend can give.
POPE, Epitaph on the children of Lord Digby.
LXIX. 4.
Clarity
clearness, transparency.
Here clarity of candour, history's soul, The critical mind in short.
BROWNING, Ring and Book, i. 925.
LXX.
Sir Philip Sidney thus translates this poem:--
Unto no body my woman saith shee had rather a wife be, Then to myself, not though Jove grew a suter of hers. These be her words, but a woman's words to a love that is eager, Midde [windes?] or waters stream do require to be writ.
XCIX. 10.
To a lewd harlot, a base fricatrice.
BEN JONSON, The Fox, iv. 2.
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