False friendship...

Discovered this brilliant alliterative line in a poem from a Clare manuscript  I found in the archive in Peterborough yesterday afternoon (I'm still working on it):

"Tho flattery findeth friends"

Here is the context...

Tho flattery findeth friends
In every grade & state
& telling truth offends
The lowly & the great
Truth when the worst is bye shall rise
When follys vapour stinks & flyes

Pet MS A18 p268r

First love...

"...joy's first dreams will haunt the mind"

MP IV 11

Uncertain love...

... the tumult in a timid smile

from 'The nightmare'

MP I 332