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CRAFTY ADVICE.- Rowe.

Learn to dissemble wrongs, to smile at injuries,
And suffer... crimes thou want'st the power to punish :-
Be easy, affable, familiar, friendly :-

Search, and know all mankind's mysterious ways;
But... trust the secret of thy soul to none !

This is the way,

This only, to be safe in such a world as this is.

CRAFTY MALIGNITY. - Milton.

Let me not forget what I have gained

From their own mouths: All is not theirs, it seems;
One fatal tree there stands.- of knowledge called,-
Forbidden them to taste. Knowledge forbidden?
Suspicious... reasonless! Why should their Lord
Envy them that? Can it be sin to know?
Can it be death? And do they only stand
By ignorance? Is that their happy state --
The proof of their obedience and their faith?
O, fair foundation laid whereon to build
Their ruin! Hence I will excite their minds
With more desire to know, and to reject
Envious command, invented with design

To keep them low. whom knowledge might exalt
Equal with gods: Aspiring to be such
They taste and die!

DEATH.- Young.

Will toys amuse, when med'cines cannot cure?
When spirits ebb. when life's enchanting scenes
Their lustre lose, and lessen in our sight;

As lands, and cities, with their glittering spires,
To the poor shatter'd bark, by sudden storms
Thrown off to sea, and soon to perish there? |
Will toys amuse? No: thrones will then be toys,
And earth and skies seem... . dust upon the scale.

DESIRE AND DREAD OF DEATH.- Byron.
We are fools-of time and terror: days
Steal on us, and steal from us; yet we live,
Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.
In all the days of this detested yoke-

This vital weight upon the struggling heart,

Which sinks with sorrow, or beats quick with pain,
Or joy that ends in agony or faintness—|
In all the days --of past and future,-for
In life there is no present,- we can number
How few, how less than few— wherein the soul
Forbears to pant for death; and yet... draws back
As from a stream in winter, though the chill
Be but a moment's.

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Grey hair'd with anguish, like the blasted pines,
Wrecks of a single winter, barkless, branchless ;
A blighted trunk upon a cursed root,
Which but supplies a feeling to decay ;-
And to be thus eternally; but thus.-

Having been otherwise! Now furrow'd o'er

With wrinkles, plough'd by moments, not by years;
And hours... all tortured into ages- hours
Which I outlive! Ye toppling crags of ice-
Ye avalanches, whom a breath draws down
In mountainous o'erwhelming--come and crush me!
I hear you -- momently, above, beneath,---
Crash with a frequent conflict; but... ye pass,
And only fall on things that still would live.

DISAPPOINTED ENVY.

Three great ones of the city,

Shakespeare.

In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,
Oft capp'd to him ;-- and, by the faith of man,
I know my price--I am worth no worse a place.
But he. as loving his own pride and purposes,
Evades them with a bombast circumstance,
Horribly stuffed with epithets of war;

And, in conclusion, nonsuits

My mediators; for, certes. says he,

I have already chose my officer.

And what was he?

Forsooth, a great... arithmetician,

One Michael Cassio, a Florentine. . . a fellow

That never set a squadron in the field,

Nor the division of a battle knows

More than a spinster - unless the bookish theorick,
Wherein the toged consuls can propose

As masterly as he :-mere prattle, without practice,
Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election,
And I,-- of whom his eyes had seen the proof,
At Rhodes -- at Cyprus -- and on other grounds.
Christian and heathen,-- must be be-lee'd and calm'd
By... debitor and creditor, this counter-caster
He. in good time, must his Lieutenant be,

And I. (O, bless the mark!) his Moorship's ... Ancient.
But there's no remedy -- 'tis the curse of service..
Preferment goes by letter and affection,

Not by the old gradation, where each Second
Stood heir to the First.

DISDAINFUL SCORN.— - Byron.

I could not tame my nature down; for he
Must serve who fain would sway.-and soothe·
And watch all time,-and pry into all place,—
And be a living lie,— who would become
A mighty thing amongst the mean;- and such
The mass are.--
.--I disdained to mingle with
A herd, though to be leader,-— and of wolves.
The lion is alone, and so am I.

DISGUST.

There may be in the cup a spider steeped,
And one may drink, depart, and take no venom,
For his knowledge is not infected;— but

If one present the abhorred ingredient

To his eye-make known how he hath drunk,

and sue

He... cracks his gorge—his sides, with violent hefts ☎
I... have drunk, and seen the spider!

DISINTERESTED LOVE.-J. Sheridan Knowles.
Rank that excels its wearer, doth degrade.
Riches impoverish, that divide respect.

O, to be cherished for oneself alone!

To owe the love that cleaves to us, to naught
Which fortune's summer winter,- gives or takes;
To know that, while we wear the heart and mind,
Feature and form, high heaven endowed us with;
Let the storm pelt us, or fair weather warm,

We shall be loved! Kings, from their thrones cast down,
Have blessed their fate, that they were valued for
Themselves, and not their stations, when some knee

That hardly bowed to them in plenitude,

Has kissed the dust before them, stripped of all!

DISSEMBLED LOVE.

Shakespeare.

Think not I love him, though I ask for him;

'Tis but a peevish boy;- yet he talks well:

But what care I for words? yet words do well...

When he that speaks them pleases those that hear.

It is a pretty youth... not very pretty :

But, sure, he's proud... and yet his pride becomes him... He'll make a proper man. The best thing in him

Is his complexion:- and faster than his tongue

Did make offence, his eye did heal it up.

There was a pretty redness in his lip; ...

A little riper and more lusty red

Than that mix'd in his cheek;-'twas just the difference
Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask.

There be some women, Silvius, had they mark'd him
In parcels as I did, would have gone near

To fall in love with him;
I... love him not,

but, for my part.

nor hate him not;- and yet
I have more cause to hate him than to love him;
For what had he to do to chide at me?

He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair black;
And,-- now I am remember'd.-scorn'd at me: ..
I marvel why I answer'd not again;—

But that's all one; omittance is no quittance.

DISTRUST.

Shakespeare.

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor;—and shalt be...
What thou art promis'd:- Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness,

To catch the nearest way.

Thou wouldst be great ;-

Art not without ambition; but without

The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false.

And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis. That which cries. Thus thou must do, if thou have it :

And that which rather thou dost fear to do,

Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither.-
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
And chastise with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
To have thee crown'd withal.

EMULATION IN "GENTILITY."- Household Words. Here's the... plumber painter and glazier...come to take the funeral order -- which he is going to give to the sexton who is going to give it to the clerk-who is going to give it to the carpenter --who is going to give it to the furnishing undertaker · who is going to divide it with the Black Jobmaster.

Hearse and four, Sir?"-- says he.-" No; a pair will be sufficient.""I beg your pardon, Sir, but when we buried Mr. Grundy, at number twenty. there were four. Sir...I think it right to mention it.”—" Well, perhaps there had better be four."--"Thank you, Sir."

"Two coaches and four, Sir, shall we say?"-" No, coaches and pair." "You'll excuse my mentioning it, Sir, but pairs to the coaches, and four to the hearse, would have a singular appearance to the neighbours. (?) When we put four to anything, we always carry four right through."—"Well! say four!"--"Thank you, Sir.

Feathers, of course?"- "No:- No feathers. They're absurd."-"Very good, Sir, No feathers!"--"No." " Very good,

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*This emphasis on a word already used in the sentence may seem a violation of the Principle of Emphasis, but it is not so; "do" is here equivalent to “do do' as opposed to " can do."

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Sir. We can do fours without feathers. Sir- but it's what we never do. *— When we buried Mr. Grundy, we had feathers and - I only throw it out. Sir- Mrs. Grundy might think it strange Very well! Feathers!" "Thank you, Sir.”

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And so on through the whole... black job of jobs, because of Mrs. Grundy and... gentility!"

ENCOURAGEMENT.- Shakespeare.

Great Lord, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,

But cheerly seek law to redress their harms.

What though the mast be now thrown overboard,
The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,

And half our sailors swallowed in the flood;

Yet lives our pilot still.

Is't meet that he

Should leave the helm. and, like a fearful lad,

With tearful eye add water to the sea,

And give more strength to that which hath too much;
While, in his moan, the ship split, on a rock.

Which industry and courage might have saved?
Ah! what a shame! Ah, what a fault were this!

ENVIOUS CONTEMPT.

Shakespeare.

I was born free as Cæsar; so were you.
We both have fed as well; and we can both
Endure the winter's cold... as well as he!
For once, upon a raw and gusty day.
The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,
Cæsar said to me,- Dar'st thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood.
And swim to yonder point? Upon the word,
Accouter'd as I was -- I plunged in,

And bade him follow: so, indeed. he did.
The torrent roar'd; and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews; throwing it aside

And stemming it with hearts of controversy;
But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
Cæsar cry'd. Help me. Cassius, or I sink.

I

as Eneas, our great ancestor.

Did, from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulder

The old Anchises bear-so, from the waves of Tiber

Did I .. the tired Cæsar! And this man

Is now become a God! and Cassius is...

A wretched creature and must bend his body

If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.

He had a fever when he was in Spain.

And, when the fit was on him, I did mark

How he did shake,... 'Tis true, — this god did shake.
His coward lips did from their colour fly;

And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,
Did lose its lustre : I did hear him groan:

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