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and make me as the poorest vassal is,
that doth with awe and terror kneel to it! K. H. O my son!
Heaven put it in thy mind to take it hence,
which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed, 978 wounding supposed peace. All these bold fears,
thou see'st with peril I have answered:
How came I by the crown, O God, forgive ! and grant it may with thee in true peace live!
979 THE DECEIT OF ORNAMENT OR APPEARANCES
"HE world is still deceived with ornament.
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, but being season'd with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil? In religion, what damnéd error, but some sober brow will bless it and approve it with a text, hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple, but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts: how many cowards, whose hearts are all as false as stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins the beards of Hercules and frowning Mars; who, inward search’d, have livers white as milk; and these assume but valour's excrement, to render them redoubted! Look on beauty, and you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight; which therein works a miracle in nature, making them lightest that wear most of it: so are those crispéd snaky golden locks, which make such wanton gambols with the wind, upon supposed fairness, often known to be the dowry of a second head, the skull that bred them in the sepulchre. Thus ornament is but the guiléd shore to a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf veiling an Indian beauty; in a word, the seeming truth which cunning times put on to entrap the wisest.
PITEOUS end of love! Oh, too rude hand
of unrespective death! Alas, sweet maid ! Forbear me, Heaven! What intend these plaints?
Mar. The beauty of admired creation,
the life of modest unmixt purity,
our sexes' glory, Mellida is-
and kissing it spake thus: Thou very poor,
CONSOLATION UNDER BANISHMENT
JOHN OF GAUNT—BOLINGBROKE Ga. A are to a wise man ports and happy havens:
LL places that the eye of heaven visits teach thy necessity to reason thus: there is no virtue like necessity. Think not the king did banish thee; but thou the king: Woe doth the heavier sit, where it perceives it is but faintly borne. Go say, I sent thee forth to purchase honour, and not, The king exiled thee: or suppose, devouring pestilence hangs in our air, and thou art flying to a fresher clime. Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it to lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou com'st:
suppose the singing-birds musicians,
the man that mocks at it and sets it light.
by thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
HAUNT his midnight dreams, black Nemesis !
whom, self-conceiving, in the inmost depths of Chaos blackest Night long labouring bore, when the stern Destinies, her elder brood, and shapeless Death, from that more monstrous birth leapt shuddering! haunt his slumbers, Nemesis! scorch with the fires of Phlegethon his heart, till helpless, hopeless, heaven-abandoned wretch, he too shall seek beneath the unfathomed deep to hide him from thy fury. How the sea far distant glitters as the sunbeams smile and gaily wanton o'er its heaving breast ! Phæbus shines forth, nor wears one cloud to mourn his votary's sorrows. God of day, shine on! by men despised, forsaken by the Gods, I supplicate no more. How many a day, O pleasant Lesbos, in thy secret streams delighted have I plunged, from the hot sun screened by the o'erarching grove's delightful shade, and pillowed on the waters. Now the waves shall chill me to repose. Tremendous height! scarce to the brink will these rebellious limbs support me. Hark! how the rude deep below roars round the rugged base, as if it called its long reluctant victim! I will come.
One leap, and all is over. The deep rest
983 REFLECTIONS ON THE MURDER OF PRINCE PORREX
BY HIS MOTHER VIDEN
HEN gredy lust in royall seate to reigne
and cruell hart, wrath, treason and disdaine,
When bloud thus shed doth staine the heavens face,
Bloud asketh bloud, and death must death requite:
O happie wight that suffres not the snare
SACKVILLE AND NORTON
prepare thee, King, to go: a favouring gale
Inhuman that thou art!