...reclines on his THETIS'S Breaft. VI • V -•>•• So when I am weary'd with wand'ring all Day ; To Thee my Delight in the Evening I come : No Matter what Beauties I faw in my Way: They were but my Vifits ; but Thou art my Home. vii. • 's;- • . ;. •; •/.;;•...

...the cahnefi fea Appears not half fo bright as Tbu," . Prior, " Then finifh, dear Chloe, this P^ftoral war, And let us .like Horace and Lydia agree : For thou art a Girl ai much brighter than In; As he was a Poet fublitner than me." Ibid. " Phalaris, who was fo much older...

...run : At night he declines on his Thetis's breaft. VI. So when I am weary'd with wandering all day ; To thee, my delight, in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I faw in my way : * They were but my vifits, but thou art my home. VII. Then finifh, dear Cloe, this...

...run; At night he declines on his Thetis's breaft. VI. So when I am weary'd with wandering all day; To thee my delight in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I faw in my way; They were but my vifits, but thou art my home. VII. Then fmifh, dear Cloe, this paftoral...

...to run ; At night he reclines on his Thetises breaft. So when I am wearied with wand'ring all day; To thee my delight in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I faw in my way : They were but my vifits ; but thou art my home. Then finim, dear Chloe, this paftoral...

...rua ; At night he declines on his Thetis's bread. VI. So when I am weary'd with wandering all day, To thee my delight in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I faw in my way ; They were but my vifits, but thou art my home. VII. Then finifh, dear Cloe, this paftoral...

...fancy to run: At night he reclines on his Thetis' breafl. So when I am weary'd with wand 'ring all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come; No matter what beauties I faw in my way : They were but my vifits, but thoU art my home. Then fmifb, dear Chloe, this paftoral...

...flics : Hark 1 HsemuE refounds with the bacchanals cries. Pop*. Then finifh, dear Cloe, this paftoral war, And let us, like Horace and Ly'dia, agree ; For thou art a girl, ;is much brighter than b/r, At he was a poet fublimer tliun /«« *. Prior. Sometimes of fix : In my...

...ancient copies, to her, which Dr. Johnson corrected as above, and illustrates by this passage from Prior, No matter what beauties I saw in my way, They were but my visits, but then not my home. Line 417- all yon fiery Oes.] I would willingly believe that the poet wrote fiery...

...Dr. Johnson made the correction, and exemplified the sentiment by the following passage from Prior: " No matter what beauties I saw in my way : " They were but my visits ; but thou art my home." Steevens. So, in our author's 109th Sonnet: " This is my home of love ; if I have rang'd, " Like him...