An apology for the life of George Anne Bellamy, written by herself [ed. by A. Bicknell]. To which is added her original letter to John Calcraft, 5±Ç

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57 ÆäÀÌÁö - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
68 ÆäÀÌÁö - By fhameful variance betwixt Man and Man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms ; Shut from the common air, and common ufe Of their own limbs. How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread 335 Of mifery.
148 ÆäÀÌÁö - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
178 ÆäÀÌÁö - For he who fights and runs away May live to fight another day ; But he who is in battle slain Can never rise and fight again.
43 ÆäÀÌÁö - Indiana, do make and publish this my last will and testament, hereby revoking and making void all former wills by me at any time heretofore made.
63 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though plung'd in ills, and exercis'd in care, Yet never let the noble mind despair: When press'd by dangers, and beset with foes, The gods their timely succour interpose ; And when our virtue sinks, o'erwhelm'd with grief, By unforeseen expedients, bring relief.
221 ÆäÀÌÁö - But some, great souls! and touch'd with warmth divine, Give gold a price, and teach its beams to shine. All hoarded treasures they repute a load ; Nor think their wealth their own, till well bestow'd...
43 ÆäÀÌÁö - 1777" (Signed) ••HENRY WOODWARD. " Signed, fealed, publifhed, and declared by " the faid Henry Woodward, as and for his " laft will and teftament, in the prefence " of us, "ANNE PITT. "E. WILLET. " No. 89, Wardour-ftreet, Soho.
30 ÆäÀÌÁö - And whiftles in his found : Laft fcene of all, That ends this ftrange eventful hiftory, Is fecond childifhnefs, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, fans eyes, fans tafte, fans every thing, Re-enter ORLANDO, with ADAM.
81 ÆäÀÌÁö - Not with the living. They feed upon opinions, errors, dreams, And make 'em truths; they draw a nourishment Out of defamings, grow upon disgraces, And, when they see a virtue fortified Strongly above the battery of their tongues, Oh, how they cast to sink it!

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