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...boys ! They are as gentle A« Zephyrs, blowing below the violet ; And yet as rough as is the rudest wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale. Cymbeline, iv. sc. 2. When lightning shoots along the sky, and thunder rolls along the horizon...

...blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head ; and yet as rough (Their royal blood enchaf'd) as the rud'st wind That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make them stoop to the vale. — Shakespeare. 19. True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those...

...underneath the violet, Not wagging its sweet head — Yet as rough, His noble blood enchafed, as the rude wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale — 'Tis wonderful That an invisible insiinct should frame him To loyalty, unleanTd ; honour,...

...blowing beneath the violet, Not wagging its sweet head ; and yet as rough, His generous blood inflam'd, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And makes him stoop to th' vale. I was just proceeding to brighten this character yet more, by drawing...

...two princely boys ! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Vot wagging his sweat head : and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchaf...doth take the mountain pine. And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful, That an invisible instinct should frame them To royalty unlearn'd; honour...

...blowing below the violet. Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchafed, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful, That an invisible instinct should frame them To royalty unlearn'd ; honour...

...blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head : and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchafd, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful, That an invisible instinct should frame them To royalty unlearn'd ; honour...

...the violet, Not wagging his sweat head : and yet as rough. Their royal blood euchaf'd, as the rud'sl wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine. And make him stoop to the vale. *Tis vtuuderful, That an invisible instinct should frame them To royalty mileani'd; honour...

...the violet, Not wagging his sweet head ; and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchaf'd, as the rudest wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale. Fret, till your proud heart break ; Go, shew your slaves how choleric you are, And make your...