...pleasing thoughts the time beguile, By a brook-side, or wood so green, Unheard, unsought for, and unseen, A thousand pleasures do me bless, And crown .my soul with happiness. All my joys beside are folly, None so sweet as melancholy, &c.* The first four chapters of Tristram Shandy, are...

...pleasing thoughts the time beguile, By a brook side or wood so green, Unheard, unsought for, or unseen, A thousand pleasures do me bless, And crown my soul...lie, sit, or walk alone, I sigh, I grieve, making grear mone, In a dark grove, or irksome den, With discontents and Furies then, A thousand miseries...

...pleasing thoughts the time beguile ; By a brook-side, or wood so green, Unheard, unsought-for, or unseen, A thousand pleasures do me bless, And crown my soul...thousand miseries at once Mine heavy heart and soul cosconce. All my griefs to this are jolly, Nona so sour as melancholy. Methinks I hear, methinks I...

...pleasing thoughts the time beguile, By a brook-side, or wood so green, Unheard, unsought-for, or unseen, A thousand pleasures do me bless, And crown my soul with happiness. All iny joys besides are folly, None so sweet as melancholy. When I lie, sit, or walk alone, I sigh, I...

...unsought for, or unseen, A thousand pleasures do me bless, And crown my soule with happiness. All my joyes besides are folly, None so sweet as melancholy. When...sit, or walk alone, I sigh, I grieve, making great mone. In a dark grove, or irksome den, With discontents and Furies then, A thousand miseries at once...

...sweet as melancholy. When I lye, sit, or walk alone, 3 sigh, I grieve, making great mone. In a <¿ark grove, or irksome den, With discontents and Furies...then, A thousand miseries at once Mine heavy heart and soule ensconce. All my griefes to this are jolly, None so sowr as melancholy. Me thinks I hear, me...

...pleasing thoughts the time beguile; By a brook-side, or wood so green, Unheard, unsought for, and unseen, A thousand pleasures do me bless, And crown my soul...discontents and furies, then A thousand miseries at one* Mine heavy heart and foul nnsronre. All my griefs to this are jolly, None so sour u melancholy....

...None so sweet as melancholy. When I lye, sit, or walk alone, I sigh, I grieve, making great moane, In a dark grove, or irksome den, With discontents...and soul ensconce. All my griefs to this are jolly, Me thinks I hear, me thinks I see, Sweet Musick, wondrous melody, Townes, places and Cities fine, Here...

...library, and in a contemplative humour, it is in such speculations that I most delight, — it is then " A thousand pleasures do me bless, And crown my soul with happiness," as I fly back to that period when, uncramped by the restraint of any particular study, and unrestrained...

...unsought for, or unseen, A thousand pleasures doe me bless, And crown my soul with happiness. All my joyes besides are folly, None so sweet as Melancholy. When...sit, or walk alone, I sigh, I grieve, making great mone, In a dark grove, or irksome den, With discontents and furies then, A thousand miseries at once...