Glass antique! 'twixt thee and Nell
Draw we here a parallel!
She, like thee, was forced to read more

Glass antique! 'twixt thee and Nell
Draw we here a parallel!
She, like thee, was forced to bear
All reflections, foul or fair.
Thou art deep and bright within,
Depths as bright belong'd to Gwynne;
Thou art very frail as well,
Frail as flesh is,--so was Nell.

It has all the contortions of the sibyl without the inspiration.

It has all the contortions of the sibyl without the inspiration.

Like lips like lettuce (i.e. like has met its like).
(Lat., Similem habent labra lactucam.]

Like lips like lettuce (i.e. like has met its like).
(Lat., Similem habent labra lactucam.]

Everything is twice as large, measured on a three-year-old's
three-foot scale on a thirty-year-old's six-foot scale.

Everything is twice as large, measured on a three-year-old's
three-foot scale on a thirty-year-old's six-foot scale.

Some are good, some are middling, the most are bad.
[Lat., Sunt bona, sunt quaedam mediocria, sunt mala plura.]

Some are good, some are middling, the most are bad.
[Lat., Sunt bona, sunt quaedam mediocria, sunt mala plura.]

Our similarities are different.

Our similarities are different.

At whose sight, like the sun,
All others with diminish'd lustre shone.

At whose sight, like the sun,
All others with diminish'd lustre shone.

It's wiser being good than bad;
It's safer being meek than fierce:
It's fitter being sane than read more

It's wiser being good than bad;
It's safer being meek than fierce:
It's fitter being sane than mad.
My own hope is, a sun will pierce
The thickest cloud earth ever stretched;
That, after Last, returns the First,
Though a wide compass round be fetched;
That what began best, can't end worst,
Nor what God blessed once, prove accurst.

Is it possible your pragmatical worship should not know that the
comparisons made between wit and wit, courage and read more

Is it possible your pragmatical worship should not know that the
comparisons made between wit and wit, courage and courage, beauty
and beauty, birth and birth, are always odious and ill taken?