1/16 THIS ancient city, How wanton sits she amidst Nature's smiles! ... Various nations meet, As in the sea, yet not confined in space, But streaming freely through the spacious streets .-- YOUNG. His teeth he still did grind, And grimly gnash, threatening revenge in vain .-- SPENSER. It is delightful to the young, to the gay, to the idle; to the literary lion, who likes to be petted; to the wiser epicure, who indulges a more justifiable appetite. |