At least, I am so much more
accustomed to meet with
ingratitude
than the north wind, that I thought
the latter the sharper of the two.
Byron
sc. 3, lines 21-23.]
[12] {27}[Compare--"The fickle reek of popular breath." _Childe Harold_,
Canto IV. stanza clxxi. line 2.]
[13] Compare--"I have not flattered its rank breath." _Childe Harold_,
Canto III. stanza cxiii. line 2.
Compare, too, Shakespeare, _Coriolanus_, act iii. sc. i, lines 66, 67.
[14] {28}["Rode. Winter's wind somewhat more unkind than ingratitude
itself, though Shakespeare says otherwise.
At least, I am so much more
accustomed to meet with
ingratitude
than the north wind, that I thought
the latter the sharper of the two.
I had met with both in the course of
the twenty-four hours, so could judge."--_Extracts from a Diary_,
January 19, 1821, _Letters_, 1901, v. 177.]
[g] {31}
----_and even dared_
_Profane our presence with his savage jeers_.--[MS. M.]
[h] {34} _Who loved no gems so well as those of nature_.--[MS. M.]
[i] _Wishing eternity to dust_----.--[MS. M.]
[j] {38}
_Each twinkle unto which Time trembles, and_
_Nations grow nothing_----.--[MS. M.
