CRABBE: _The Learned Boy._


=Affectation.=

There affectation, with a sickly mien,
Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen;
Practis'd to lisp, and hang the head aside;
Faints into airs, and languishes with pride;
On the rich quilt sinks with becoming woe,
Wrapt in a gown, for sickness, and for show.
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POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iv., Line 31.


=Affection.=

Why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on.
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SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

Affection is a coal that must be cool'd,
Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire.
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SHAKS.: _Venus and A.,_ Line 387.


=Affliction.=