“Or what those modest antiquated charms
That lur’d a Brutus to a Portia’s arms?
Or add the hidden beauties of the mind,
Compar’d to gauze and tassels well combin’d?
In this bles’d age, when such is female worth,
Who fears a Machiavel or guilty North?”

A mix for the martyred doctor and his Portia, the lady in the blue dress, Mercy Scollay

“The memory of my friend is dearer to me than ever and I take a melancholy pleasure in surveying those places he once animated with his preference.”

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