_The Patron._

It were all one, That I should love a bright [particular] star, And think to wed it; [he] is so much above me: In [his] bright radiance and collateral heat Must I be comforted, not in [his] sphere. All’s Well that Ends Well, Act I. Scene 1.

Poor wretches, that depend On greatness’ favours, dream as I have done,-- Wake, and find nothing. Cymbeline, Act V. Scene 4.

And since . . . Th’ affliction of my mind amends, with which I fear a madness held me. [The] Tempest, Act V.

TALE V.