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Why, I'll tell you; in the first place, a Pox of all Lovers, I say; for my Daughter Isabella is to be married, as you know, to Antonio, a young rich Merchant of this Town; in the second place, my Wife, with a Vengeance, must be gadding to visit you and her Sister, whom we heard also was to be married to the young Governor Don Carlos; 'tis shreudly against my will, Heav'n knows, for my Wits are in an uproar already about this business your Gallants, Father, your young Gallants, I wish my Wife were secure at home again.
By Heav'n it was an easy leap, To pluck bright honour into the full moon, Or drive into the bottomless deep. And and faith, I have almost forgot them; but I know it is something about saving your honour from drowning O! it is very fine! I say, d n me, the man that writ those lines was the greatest poet the world ever produced. There is dignity of expression and emphasis of thinking, d n me."
I knew I had a Rival, Sir, whom Clara lov'd not; but ne'er cou'd get it from her who he was, for fear of mischief: I have often the Liberty to see her, under the name and pretence of Isabella's Lover. Car. And I visit her only to get a sight of Julia, which hitherto has been impossible, though I have oft endeavour'd it. I beg you'll not be jealous; for this, by Heav'n, is only my Design. Ant.
Not I; be witness, Heav'n, with what reluctancy I forc'd my breaking heart; and can I see that charming Body in my Sister's Arms! that Mouth that has so oft sworn Love to me kist by another's Lips! no, Jacinta, that night that gives him to another Woman, shall see him dead between the Charmer's Arms. My Life I hate, and when I live no more for Carlos, I'll cease to be at all; it is resolv'd. Jac.
XIII. SIN is the worm of hell, the lasting fire, Hell would soon lose its heat, could SIN expire; Better sinless, in hell, than to be where Heav'n is, and to be found a sinner there. One sinless, with infernals might do well, But SIN would make a very heav'n a hell. Look to thyself then, to keep it out of door, Lest it gets in, and never leaves thee more.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt. The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heav'n to earth, from earth to heav'n; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Yes, in my Grave, dear Charles; But I'll excuse that Ceremony here. Char. Good Night, and no Rest to you, Brother. Dia. Till now, my Bellmour, I wanted Opportunity To ask the Cause, why on a joyful Day, When Heav'n has join'd us by a sacred Tie, Thou droop'st like early Flowers with Winter-storms. Bel.
That hour with curse be fraught, In which thy heart I sought, If I, in love bestowing, Instead of gladness knowing, A bitter grief have bought: "My soul that hour e'er blesses," A rosy mouth confesses, "Thy love is all I crave, Then heav'n itself I have Within my heart's recesses." Copyright, 1892, by Friedrich Luckhardt, Berlin. By permission of Luckhardt & Belder, New York.
The voices at length grew softer, and the movement slower, and after a few moments' reverent silence the company filed out of the room solemnly and without speech. I am as sure that heav'n is mine As though my vision could define Or pencil draw the boundary line Where love and truth shall conquer.
The scene had already lasted a long time, and as they passed Riscle at full speed the Sister again clapped her hands and gave the signal for the chanting of the "Laudate Mariam." "Come, come, my children," she exclaimed, "all together, and with all your hearts: "In heav'n, on earth, All voices raise, In concert sing My Mother's praise: Laudate, laudate, laudate Mariam!"
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