... morning mist and evening haze, unlike the cold, grey rime, Seem'd woven waves of golden air, when I was in my prime, And blackberries, so mawkish now, were finely flavoured then, And huzel nats, such clusters thick I ne'er shall plack again. Nor strawb'ries ...

... as to place it out of the reach of nine out of ten of our ‘modern Trumpery similes, however, were as plenty and cheap as blackberries. Bavius showed me a packet con- taining a thousand, the price marked on which was only a quarter Mab; and | heard Pippin ...