[…] No Art used to inflame him, no Coquetry practised to tempt or intice him, and no Prudery or Affectation to tamper with his Passions; but, on the contrary, artless and unpractised in the Wiles of the World, all her Endeavours, and even all her Wishes, tended only to render herself as un-amiable as she could in his Eyes:
Here I could breake out into a boundleſſe race of oratory, in ſhrill trumpetting and concelebrating the royall magnificence of her gouernement, that for ſtate and ſtrict ciuill ordering, ſcant admitteth any riuals: but I feare it would be a theame diſpleaſant to the graue modeſty of the diſcreet preſent magiſtrates; and therefore conſultiuely I ouerſlip it, […]
Less shone the tresses Egypt's princess wore, / Which sweet Callimachus so sung before; / Here courtly trifles set the world at odds, / Belles war with beaux, and whims descend for gods, / The new machines in names of ridicule, / Mock the grave frenzy of the chymic fool.
At the approach to Southampton Terminus, double track branches off to the left, runs alongside the platforms and then cuts across Canute Road on an open crossing under the protection of a flagman.