Unknown to me, within me. [4] Oh, Glumdalca!
Heaven thee designed a giantess to make,
But an angelick soul was shuffled in.
[5] I am a multitude of walking griefs,
And only on her lips the balm is found
[6] To spread a plaster that might cure them all.

[Footnote 1: This speech has been terribly mauled by the poet.]

[Footnote 2:
----My life is worn to rags,
Not worth a prince's wearing.--_Love Triumphant_.
]

[Footnote 3:
Must I beg the pity of my slave?
Must a king beg? But love's a greater king,
A tyrant, nay, a devil, that possesses me.
He tunes the organ of my voice and speaks,
Unknown to me, within me.--_Sebastian_.
]

[Footnote 4:
When thou wert form'd, heaven did a man begin;
But a brute soul by chance was shuffled in.--_Aurengzebe_.
]

[Footnote 5:
I am a multitude
Of walking griefs.--_New Sophonisba_.