No. 539. They are Hyteroclyte. 549. Another is not wanting. 541. 'Tis Nature ftill that doth the Change begin, She fashions and the forms our Souls within, To all the Changes and the Turns of Fate, Now fcrew our Mind to an unusual Height, And fwells us into Rage, our bending low, She cramps our Souls with dull contracting Woe. She makes us ftoop beneath a weighty Wrong, Then tells the various Paffions with her Tongue. 542. And laughs to hear himfelf prefer'd before himself. TBI $43. All are not like, nor yet unlike. 44Never did Man caft up the Bufinefs or his Life fo 543. 'Tis better ended in a lafting Peace, 546. Laying every Thing open, fo that what the Seller 547. Suppofe you had a Wound, and one, had fhew'd 548. There's none but hath fome Fault, and he's the best, Altho' when dead they are belov'd the best. 555. Reject what thou art not. The End of the Mottoes to the Seventh Volume, |