... No, no, good sir, go seek for him Whose tears, like thine, are cold and dim; Thank heaven, I've none to spare. To a Rose hard by, next Care addressed His sorrowing plaint, and cried. Do, beautiful gem, in thy odorous breast A refoge impart, where ...

... acquired easily ; hut it appeared to him that the great Power that ruled this world had destined that no man should rise unless rose hard toil (Hear, hear). We could not become virtuous without a fearful contest with the vices of our inferior nature ; could nut ...