More from Cymon and Iphigenia
- He trudg’d along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
- Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
- She hugg'd the offender, and forgave the offence: Sex to the last.
- When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
- A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
- A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity; Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms.
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