Welcome as kindly showers to the long parched earth.

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Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.

Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Line 70.

And heaven had wanted one immortal song.

Part i. Line 197.

Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife,
Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.

Line 133.

He was exhal’d; his great Creator drew
His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.

But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand,
And Fortune’s ice prefers to Virtue’s land.