Let truth and virtue be their earliest teachers. Keep from their ear the syren voice of flattery, Keep from their eye the harlot form of vice, Who spread, in every court, their filken snares, And charm but to betray.
PRINCE WILLIAM HENRY.
See! what a grace is feated on his brow!
Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself;
An eye, like Mars, to threaten, or command;
A combination, and a form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his feal,
To give the world assurance of a man.
SHAKESP.
LORD NUGENT. .
Old politicians chew on wisdom paft,
And totter on in business to the last;
As weak, as earnest, and as gravely out
As sober Lanesborough dancing in the gout.
Damn'd to the mines, an equal fate betides The save that digs it, and the slave that hides.
* See SIR ALEXANDER LEITH's trial.
We only who with innocence unshaken
Have stood the assaults of fortune, now are happy :
For tho' the worst of men by high permission,
A while may flourish, and the best endure
The sharpest trials of exploring misery,
Yet let mankind from these examples learn,
That powerful villainy at last shall mourn,
And injur'd virtue triumph in its turn.
TRAPP.
Fair Portia's counterfeit! What demi-god
Hath come so near creation? Move these eyes!
Or, whether riding on the balls of mine,
Seem they in motion ? Here are sever'd lips
Parted with sugar breath; so sweet a bar !
Such funder! Such sweet friends! Here in her hair
The painter plays the spider, and hath woven
A golden mesh t' entrap the hearts of men
Faster than gnats in cobwebs : But her eyes!
How could he see to do 'em? Having made one
Methinks, it should have power to steal both his,
And leave itself unfinished.
Much ado about nothing!
The Tragedy of Errors !
SIR JOSEPH YORKE. .
Statesman, yet friend to truth, of soul sincere,
In' action faithful, and in honour clear ;
Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end,
Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.
IAGO; the BULLY PRIEST.
Who shames a scribbler? Break one cobweb through,
He spins the night, self-pleasing thread anew :
Destroy his fib or fophiftry, in vain,
The creature's at his dirty work again.
In his looks appears
A wild distracted fierceness :
Some dreadful purpose in his face..
Sometimes his anger
breaks thro' all disguises,
And spares nor gods nor men.-
Mark but how terrible his eyes appear!
And yet there's something roughly noble there,
Which in vnfashion'd nature looks divine,
And like a gem,
does in a quarry
ALDERMAN PL-MER.
Base grovelling souls ne'er knew true honour's worth,
But weigh it out in mercenary scales.
O, she misus'd me past the indurance of a block; on oak, with but one green leaf on it, would have answer'd her. SHAKESP,
My form, alas, alas! has long forgot to please :
The sense of beauty and delight is changed;
No roses bloom upon my fading cheeks,
No laughing graces wanton in my eyes :
But haggard grief, lean-looking, sallow care,
And pining discontent, a rueful train,
Dwell on my brow, all hideous and forlorn.
Mrs. B-LKL-Y.
Behold, unchang'd, my visage bears the shock.
Of accusation, with so foul a crime
As infamy can hardly go beyond!
Does this express my guilt or innocence?
Where is the fault'ring tongue? The crimson glow,
And livid paleness in alternate rule ?
Where is the down-caft eye? Unsteady look?
And all appearances of conscious shame?
MR. M-CKL-N.
Which is the villian? Let me see his eyes;
That when I note another man like him,
I may avoid him.
ALDERMAN H-RL-Y. Will your grace command me any service to the world's end? I will
go on the slightest errand now to the Antipodes, that you can devise to send me on: I will fetch you a tooth-picker now from the farthest end of Aña; bring you the length of Prestor John's foot; fetch you a hair off the great Cham's beard; do you any ambassage to the Pigmies.. .
SHAKESP.
DIRECTORS OF THE EAST-INDIA COMPANY.
The tempter saw his time, the work he ply'd;
Stocks and subscriptions rose on every side,
Till all the Dæmon makes his full descent
In one abundant shower, of cent. per cent.
Sinks deep within him, and possesses whole,
Then dubs director, and secures his soul..
JUSTICE WILMOT. Dost thou not suspect my place ? Dost thou not suspect my years ? O that he were here to write me down an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an afs; no, thou villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be prov'd upon thee by good witness; I am a wise, fellow, and which is more, an officer; and. which is more, an housholder; and which is more, as pretty a piece of fleth as any in Messina, and one that knows the law; go to, and a rich fellow enough; go to, and a fellow that hath had. losses; and one that hath two gowns, and every thing handsome about him?-Bring him away; O that I had been writ down an.
O ass!.
SHAKESP.
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