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...from a jail. Bear me, some God ! Oh, quickly hear me hence To wholesome Solitude, the nurse of sense, Where contemplation prunes her ruffled wings, And the free soul looks down to pity Kings ! There sober thought pursued th' amusing theme, Till Fancy colour'd it, and form'da dream: A vision...

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...Poets, V, 347]. Bear me, some God! oh quickly bear me hence To wholesome Solitude, the nurse of sense: Where Contemplation prunes her ruffled wings And the free soul looks down to pity Kings! [Pope, "Satires of Dr. Donne," Satire IV, 11. 184 ff.]. Another popular line from this section of the...

...fortitude. "Bear me, some god! Oh quickly bear me hence, To wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense; Where Contemplation prunes her ruffled wings, And the free soul looks down to pity kings."1 The day before yesterday a gentleman came and spoke to me, asked me to dine with him on Saturday;...