"GOOD fellows, whom men commonly do call

"THE plague that in some folded cloud remains, The bright sun soon disperseth: but observe, Those that do live at war with truth and When black infection in some dunghill lies, There's work for bells and graves if it do rise."

shame."

Ibid. p. 181.

"I HAVE for books, above my head the sky, Under me earth; about me air and sea."

“YET in our walk to our last home design'd In boats bestorm'd, all check at those that

"THOU'ST brought me to that dull calamity, | Oh, how they cast to sink it! and defeated,