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Quotes by P. Whitehead
So, when a falcon skims the airy way, Stoops from the clouds, and pounces on his prey, Dash'd on the earth the feather'd victim lies, Expands its feeble wings, and, flutt'ring, dies. C.— filed under Birds-Falcon
Sea Coal. I. Ye belles, and ye flirts, and ye pert little things, Who trip in this frolicsome round, Pray tell me from whence this impertinence springs, The sexes at once to confound?— filed under Corruption