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No. 539. They are Hyteroclyte.
540. Another is not wanting.
541. 'Tis Nature ftill that doth the Change begin, She fashions and the forms our Souls within, To all the Changes and the Turns of Fate, Now fcrew our Mind to an unusual Height, And fwells us into Rage, our bending low, She cramps our Souls with dull contracting Woe. She makes us ftoop beneath a weighty Wrong, Then tells the various Paffions with her Tongue. 542. And laughs to hear himself prefer'd before himself. BT743. All are not like, nor yet unlike.
444Never did Man caft up the Bufinefs or his Life fo exactly, but fill Experience, Years and Cuftom will bring in fome new Particular, that he was not aware of, and fhew his Ignorance of what he thought he knew, and after Trial make him reject his former Opinions.
545. 'Tis better ended in a lafting Peace,
547. Suppofe you had a Wound, and one. had fhew'd
548. There's none but hath fome Fault, and he's the beft,
Altho' when dead they are belov'd the best.
The End of the Mottoes to the Seventh Volume,