A man of heart besides and that light wit

Which leavens all, even pedantry's conceit.

None better knew than he the art to shew

A little less in talk than all he knew.

His manner too, and voice, and countenance,

Imposed on all, and these he knew to enhance

By certain freedoms and simplicities

Of language, which set all his world at ease.

A very peer and prince and paragon,

Griselda thought, Rome's latest, worthiest son,

An intellectual phœnix.

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On her night

A sudden dawn had broke, portentous, bright.

Her soul had found its fellow. From the day

Of their first meeting on the Appian Way,

Beside Metella's tomb, where they had discussed

The doubtful merit of a new found bust,

And had agreed to differ or agree,

I know not which, a hidden sympathy

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