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Was never true love loved in vain,

For truest love is highest gain

No art can

So in heaven's spot and hour

Springs the little native flower,

Doard root and upward eye,

Shapen by the earth and sky

It happened to be on a Saturday evening that Will Ladislaw had that

little discussion with Lydgate Its effect when he went to his own

rooain, under

a new irritation, all that he had before thought of his having settled

in Middlemarch and harnessed himself with Mr Brooke Hesitations

before he had taken the step had since turned into susceptibility to

every hint that he would have been wiser not to take it; and hence caate--a heat which still kept hi a fool of himself?--and at a ti better than a fool? And for what end?

Well, for no definite end True, he had drea who having both passions and

thoughts does not think in consequence of his passions--does not find

i in his

it with dread But this, which happens to us all, happens to some with

a wide difference; and Will was not one of those whose wit "keeps the

roadway:" he had his bypaths where there were little joys of his own

choosing, such as gentleht rather idiotic The way in which hefor Dorothea was an exae, but it is the fact, that the ordinary vulgar vision

of which Mr Casaubon suspected hiht become

a , and that the interest he had established in her ht

turn into acceptance of hi