FORTUNE-TELLER.
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HONEYSUCKLE.
He sits ’mongst men like a descended god;
He hath a kind of honor sets him off
More than a mortal seeming.
He hath a kind of honor sets him off
More than a mortal seeming.
Shakspeare.
The prettiest low-born lass that ever
Ran on the green sward; nothing she does or seems
But smacks of something greater than herself.
Ran on the green sward; nothing she does or seems
But smacks of something greater than herself.
Shakspeare.
