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<p>I saw at Winschouten <add>well engrated</add> a Picture pretending to be English (for<lb/> | |||
English pictures are much valued in Holland) – of a stout, smiling, handsome<lb/> | |||
Girl – with this inscription:</p> | |||
<p>Like a worm it <unclear>bud</unclear> feed in her damask <unclear>shelck</unclear><lb/> | |||
Its companion has this motto<lb/> | |||
Flowers and fairheaven<lb/> | |||
The first one may trace to Shakespeare – the latter I could not at all<lb/> | |||
divine – for its sky was very cloudy,</p> | |||
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<p>Who what are ye! – whence this unpitying <gap/>?<lb/> | |||
Have you been <unclear>crowned</unclear> to scathe your falling men –<lb/> | |||
Were ye not fashioned from the self same clay –<lb/> | |||
And born to mingle with their dust again?<lb/> | |||
If <unclear>tired</unclear> of life, – & seek of misery<lb/> | |||
They might have found repose without your <unclear>crowns</unclear></p> | |||
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I saw at Winschouten well engrated a Picture pretending to be English (for
English pictures are much valued in Holland) – of a stout, smiling, handsome
Girl – with this inscription:
Like a worm it bud feed in her damask shelck
Its companion has this motto
Flowers and fairheaven
The first one may trace to Shakespeare – the latter I could not at all
divine – for its sky was very cloudy,
Who what are ye! – whence this unpitying ?
Have you been crowned to scathe your falling men –
Were ye not fashioned from the self same clay –
And born to mingle with their dust again?
If tired of life, – & seek of misery
They might have found repose without your crowns
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