...fixed eyi-s, A sight tluii piercing mortifies; A look that's fastcn'd lo the ground, A tongue chain'd up without a sound ; Fountain heads, and pathless...Places which pale passion loves: Moon-light walks, win-re nil the fowls Are warmly Iinus'd, save bats and owls ; A midnight bell, n passing groan, These...

...nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy, Oh, sweetest melancholy ! Welcome, folded arms, and fixed eyes, A. sight that piercing mortifies, A look that's fastened to the ground, A tongue chained up without a...

...nights, Wherein you speed your folly ! There's naught in this life sweet, If man were wise to see 't, But only melancholy. Oh sweetest melancholy! Welcome,...to the ground, A tongue chained up without a sound ! Fountain-heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the...

...nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy ; Oh, sweetest melancholy ! Welcome,...eyes, A sigh, that piercing, mortifies, A look, that's fasten' d to the ground, A tongue chain'd up, without a sound ! Fountain-heads, and pathless groves,...

...given the world to have my favourite Ode to Melancholy by Beaumont and Fletcher; you know it — An eye that's fastened to the ground, A tongue chained up without a sound, Gloomy cells, and twilight groves, Places which pale Passion loves, &c. But these pensive pleasures...

...nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy ; Oh, sweetest melancholy ! Welcome,...eyes, A sigh that piercing mortifies, A look that's fasten'd to the ground, A tongue chain'd up, without a sound ! Fountain heads and pathless groves,...

...Wherein you spend your folly! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't But only melancholy ! Welcome folded arms, and fixed eyes, A sigh that piercing mortifies, A look that's fasten'd to the ground, A tongue chain'd up without a sound! Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places...

...folly; There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, I Sober, gran. I Executioner!. But only melancholy; Oh, sweetest melancholy, Welcome folded arms and fixed eyes, A sight tliat piercing mortifies; A look that's fasten'd to the ground, A tongue chain'd up without a...

...your folly ; There's nought in this life sweet, Were men but wise to see't, But only Melancholy ; O sweetest Melancholy ! Welcome , folded arms and fixed eyes ; A sigh that , piercing , mgrtifies ; A look that's fastcn'd to the ground ; A tongue chain'd up without a sound. Fountain...

...nights, "Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life's sweete, If man were wise to see't But only melancholy; Oh, sweetest melancholy! Welcome...groves, Places which pale passion loves! Moonlight walks where all the fowls, Are warmly housed, save bats and owls! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These...