My prisoners, on your majesty's behalf. I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold, Out of my grief and my impatience, He should, or he should not;-for he made me mad, Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the mark!) And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth COURTIERS. SHAKESPEARE. Who wrap destruction up in gentle words, And bows, and smiles more fatal than their swords: Who stifle nature and subsist on art: Who coin the face, and petrify the heart: All real kindness for the show discard, Who do for gold what Christians do thro' grace, YOUNG. CRANMER. (His Prophecy) This royal infant, (heaven still move about her!) Though in her cradle, yet now promises Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse her, Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow: Good grows with her : In her days, every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours : God shall be truly known; and those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour. And by those claim their greatness, not by blood. SHAKESPEARE. CRAZY KATE. There often wanders one, whom better days Saw better clad, in cloak of satin, trimm'd With lace, and hat with splendid riband bound. A serving-maid was she, and fell in love With one who left her, went to sea, and died. Her fancy follow'd him, through foaming waves To distant shores; and she would sit and weep At what a sailor suffers: fancy too, And dream of transports she was not to know. And hoards them in her sleeve: but needful food, Though press'd with hunger oft, or comelier clothes, Though pinch'd with cold, asks never.-Kate is craz❜d. CRITICS. COWPER. (Few judge right) . 'Tis hard to say, if greater want of skill POPE. CRITICS. (Servile) Some ne'er advance a judgment of their own, But catch the spreading notions of the town; They reason and conclude by precedent, And own stale notions which they ne'er invent. Some judge of authors' names, not works; and then Nor praise nor blame the writings, but the men. Of all this servile herd, the worst is he, POPE. CROMWELL. (Age of, Characterized) When Cromwell fought for pow'r, and while h reign'd The proud protector of the pow'r he gained, Parent of manners like herself severe, CURATE. COWPER. (Distress of a Poor One) Pity! a man so good, so mild, so meek, At such an age, should have his bread to seek ; Dealers in Greek, are fearful 'twill not sell ; The hope of fame may in his heart have place. That might his learning and himself display; CURIOSITY. (Effects of) CRABBE. Witness the sprightly joy when aught unknown Strikes the quick sense, and wakes each active power To brisker measures: witness the neglect Of all familiar prospects, though beheld With transport once; the fond attentive gaze Of young astonishment; the sober zeal Of age, commenting on prodigious things.For this the daring youth Breaks from his weeping mother's anxious arms, In foreign climes to rove; the pensive sage, Heedless of sleep or midnight's harmful damp, Hangs o'er the sickly taper; and untir'd The virgin follows, with enchanted step, The mazes of some wild and wond'rous tale.Hence, finally, by night The village-matron round the blazing hearth Suspends the infant audience with her tales, Breathing astonishment! of witching rhymes, And evil spirits; of the death-bed call Of him who robb'd the widow, and devour'd The orphan's portion; of unquiet souls Risen from the grave to ease the heavy guilt Of deeds in life conceal'd; of shapes that walk At dead of night, and clank their chains, and wave The torch of hell around the murderer's bed. At every solemn pause, the crowd recoil, Gazing each other speechless, and congeal'd With shivering sighs; till, eager for the event, C |