Quote #8
I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed.
More from William Shenstone
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- My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep.
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- A fool and his words are soon parted.
- Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, Emblems right meet of decency does yield.
- Every good poet includes a critic; the reverse will not hold.
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