...elsewhere, though his heart was not yet dead to its first impressions. No, he was not, A mortal made Of each quicksilver clay that in his breast No permanent foundation can be laid. He loved Beatrice deeply, but finding, or fancying, he found, no sympathy, he placed his admiration...

...or Westminster on the 25th of last May ? " I bate inconstancy : I loathe, detect, " Condemn, abhor, abjure the mortal made " Of such quicksilver clay,...his breast " No permanent foundation can be laid"— And therefore wish You will excuse the rest ? — My visit to the Oaks had been delayed. — That eyes...

...upon the waters Allaying both their fury )ind my passion With its sweet air !" — The Tempttt. " 1 hate inconstancy — I loathe, detest, Abhor, condemn,...in his breast No permanent foundation can be laid, And yet last night" Byron. I. With golden gladness came the Sun From the blue skies, the world upon...

...Albiying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air!" — The Tetnpcst. " I hate inconstancy—J loathe, detest» Abhor, condemn, abjure the mortal...in his breast No permanent foundation can be laid, And yet lust night" • Byron. I With golden gladness came the Sun From the blue skies, the world upon...

...boon, Else how the devil is it that fresh features Have such a charm for us poor human creatures ? ecu. I hate inconstancy — I loathe, detest, Abhor, condemn, abjure the mortal made Of such quicksilver elay that in his breast No permanent foundation can be laid ; Love, constant love, has been my constant...

...detest, 209 Abhor, condemn, abjure, the mortal made Of such quicksilver-clay that in his breast JVo permanent foundation can be laid ; Love, constant...And yet, last night, being at a masquerade, I saw tue prettiest creature, fresh from Milan, Which gave me some sensations like a villain. ccx. But soon...

...adorning the time-scathed oak. So mote it be ' INCONSTANCY. TEXT. — I hate inconstancy — I loath, detest, ' Abhor, condemn, abjure the mortal made Of...in his breast No permanent foundation can be laid. MY HEARERS — inconstancy is a cancer that eats into and preys upon our social pleasures and enjoyments...

...i:i*e how the devil is it that fresh feature* Have such a charm fur us poor human creatures ? CCIX. I hate Inconstancy— I loathe, detest, Abhor, condemn,...been my constant guest, And yet last night, being at я masquerade, I naw the prettiest creature, fresh from Milan, Which gave me some sensations like a...

...Else how the devil is it that fresh features Have such a charm for us poor human creatures! CCIX. ( ountain bow And quiver to his cavern'd jaid : Love, constant love, lias been my constant guest j And yet last night, being at a masquerade,...

...Else how the devil is it that fresh features Have such a charm for us poor human creatures ? CCIX. л villain. ccx. But soon Philosophy came to my aid, And whispcr'd, ' Think of ever)' sacred tie !...