Note 127 — THE ART OF PAINTING;
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O Powers divine, Take my last thanks! no longer I repine. I might have lived my own mishaps to mourn, While some would pity me, but more would scorn; For pity only on fresh objects stays, But with the tedious sight of woes decays. Still less and less my boiling spirits flow, And I grow stiff, as cooling metals do.— Farewell, Almeria.—Vol. II. p. 371.