MRS. ROBINSON.
The stain of violation is upon thee,
The ruddy spot fresh ardent on thy face:
Thy cheeks are burning with the adulterer's mark;
His print is on thy lips; thy melted eyes
Yet glow with languish'd lustre.
Lee.
Oh you have done an act,
That blots the face and blush of modefty;
Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
And makes a blister there; makes marriage vows
As false as dicers oaths.
SHAKESP.
Thou art as honest
As summer flies are in the shambles
That quicken even with blowing. Othou weed,
O ,
Who art so lovely fair, and look'st so sweet,
That the sense aches at thee.
Ibid.
Yet this was she, ye Gods, the very she,
Who in my arms lay melting all the night,
Who kiss'd and figh’d, and figh'd and kiss'd again,
As if her soul few upward to her lips,
To meet mine there, and parted at the passage,
Who, loth to find the breaking day, look'd out,
And shrunk into my bosom, there to make
A little longer darkness.
Ibid. Love ne'er should die; 'Tis the soul's cordial: 'Tis the fount of life; Therefore should spring eternal in the breast. One object lost, another should succeed; And all our life be love.
BARBAROSSA. 4
MAJOR
MAJOR ANDRE.
He was a man
That liv'd up to the standard of his honour,
And prized that jewel more than mines of wealth:
He'd not have done a shameful thing but once;
Tho' kept in darkness from the world, and hidden,
He could not have forgiven it to himself.
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
THE AUTHOR OF THELYPHTHORA.
Love of my duty, nation, and religion,
Inspir'd me with the rash, accursed zeal,
To perpetrate an act more black, more horrid,
Than e'er the sun cast eye on, than e'er tears
Can cleanse from its foul stain, than e'er sweet mercy
Can intercede for, or than hell can punish.
MILLER
Friendship is still accompanied with virtue,
And always lodg’d in great and gen’rous minds;
But 'tis a stranger to such breasts as ours.
True, we can join in factions and cabals,
And form conspiracies; but still the bond
Which holds our mercenary souls together,
Is our own interest.
GOVERNOR
Infernal guilt!
How dost thou rise in every hideous shape,
Of
rage
and doubt, suspicion and despair,
To rend my soul! more wretched far than they
Made wretched by my crimes !
PRINCE OF WALES, AND BISHOP OF OSNABURGH.
Neither has any thing he calls his own,
But of each others joys as griefs partaking,
So very honestly, so well they love,
As they were only for each other born.
OTWAY.
The ASSOCIATED PETITIONERS.
The friendships of the world are oft Confed'racies in vice, or leagues of pleasure: Ours has severest virtue for its basis; And such a friendship ends not but with life. ADDISON.
Let fortune empty her whole quiver on me.
I have a soul that like an ample shield,
Can take in all, and verge enough for more;
Fate was not mine, nor am I fate's ;
Souls know no conquerors.
GENERAL WASHINGTON,
When difficulties threat, the hero's mind
Swells in proportion to the menac'd danger ;
Fears and distrust like phantoms fly before him,
And vast ambition takes up all his soul. .
FROWDE.
Foul hypocrisy's so much the mode
There is no knowing hearts from words or looks
Thieves, bawds, and panders wear the boly leer.
DR. JOHNSON.
Ask men's opinions : Scoto now shall tell
How trade increases, and the world
goes
Strike off his pension, by the setting fun,
And Britain, if not Europe, is undone.
LORD CAMDEN.
I bow in adoration to the gods ;
I venerate their servants. But there is,
There is a power,
their chief, their darling care,
The guardian of mankind, which to betray
Were violating all—and that is JUSTICE.
Against the head which innocence secures
Insidious malice aims her darts in vain;
Turn’d backwards by the powerful breath of heaven. Johnson.
H
LADY
LADY CRAVEN. “ Odious! In woollen! ’T would a faint provoke, (Were the last words that
poor
Narcissa spoke) “ No let a charming chintz, and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and Made
shade
my
lifeless face: “ One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead
And-Betty-give this cheek a little red.”
COUNSELLOR CH-TW-D.
One that was not long since was the buckram scribe,
That would run on nten's errands for an asper ;
And from such baseness having raised a stock
To bribe the covetous judge, called to the bar
So
poor in practice too, that he would plead
,
A needy client's cause for a starv'd hen,
Or half a loin of veal, tho' fly-blown :
And these the greatest fees, you could arrive at
For just proceedings.
BEAUMONT
Let ignominy brand thy hated name;
Let modeft matrons at the mention start;
And blushing virgins when they read our annals,
Ship o'er the guilty page that holds thy legend,
And blots the noble work,
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