Tale for Youth.
“He is as gentle
As zephyrs, blowing beneath the violet,
Not wagging its sweet head: and yet as rough
(His noble blood enchaf’d) as the rud’st wind,
That by the top doth take the mountain pine,
And make it stoop to the vale.”
Printed for J. Johnson, St. Paul’s Church-Yard,
by T. Bensley, Bolt Court.