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[379-2] Dieu mésure le froid à la brebis tondue (God measures the cold to the shorn lamb).--HENRI ESTIENNE (1594): _Prémices, etc. p. 47._

See Herbert, page 206.

[379-3] Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.--R. GIFFORD: _Contemplation._

WILLIAM SHENSTONE. 1714-1763.

Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.[379-4]

_Written on a Window of an Inn._

So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.

_A Pastoral. Part i ._

I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed.

_A Pastoral. Part i ._

My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep.

_A Pastoral.