s amusing tete-d-tete picturesquot; -- t; quot;ting Platonic and t; -- and suciquated scandal? ould you exc -- at t time, and in t place -- for a better book?

    Poor tobin,  regret it so mucier kinds of reading -- t, or Comus, o   pamp.

    I s care to be caughedral alone, and reading Candide.

    I do not remember a more ed -- by a familiar damsel -- reclined at my ease upon to make a man seriously as t as sed ermined to read in company, I could   finding to aste, s up, and --  ale casuist, I leave it to to conjecture, y of t t.

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    I sah eager eye

    Open a book upon a stall,

    And read, as  all;

    all-man did espy,

    Soon to the boy I heard him call,

    quot;You, Sir, you never buy a book,

    t look.quot;

    th a sigh

    augo read,

    the old churls books he should have had no need.

    Of sufferings the poor have many,

    he rich annoy