Welcome as kindly showers to the long parched earth.

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I have not joyed an hour since you departed, for public miseries, and for private fears; but this blest meeting has o’erpaid them all.

Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.

Mariage

For every inch that is not fool is rogue.

Part ii. Line 463.

And kind as kings upon their coronation day.

part i. Line 271.

Men met each other with erected look,
The steps were higher that they took;
Friends to congratulate their friends made haste,
And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass’d.