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"For hevn's sake," I heerd my lady, in the midl of one of these tiffs, say, pail, and the tears trembling in her i's, "do, do be calm, Mr. Deuceace. Monsieur de l'Orge, I beseech you to forgive him. You are, both of you, so esteemed, lov'd, by members of this family, that for its peace as well as your own, you should forbear to quarrel."
And thou, Napoleon, if thy mighty sword Shall for thy people conquer new renown; Go Europe shall attest, thy heart preferr'd The modest olive to the laurel crown. But thee, lov'd chief, to new achievements bold The aroused spirit of the soldier calls; Speak! and Vienna cowering shall behold Our banners waving o'er her prostrate walls.
'We have here two unlucky Fellows, call'd Pasquin and Marforio, these had a long Dialogue about this very Matter, and Pasquin as he always lov'd Mischief, told a very unlucky Story to his Comrade, of a high Mogenite Skipper, as follows.
Anon the tear More gentle starts, to hear the beldame tell Of pretty babes, that lov'd each other dear, Murder'd by cruel uncle's mandate fell: Ev'n such the shiv'ring joys thy tones impart, Ev'n so, thou, Siddons, meltest my sad heart."
Avaunt! stand of! she has poysond me, her lips Are sault as sulpher, and her breath infects, Noe scorpions like it. Lady. What ayles you, Sir? Thu. Ha, ha, ha! Those who imagine such prodigious mischiefes Should be more cunning then to be ore reacht By puisne cosnage; Have you no more judgement Then to beleive I lov'd you. Lady. Doe you not love me then? Thu.
And then the checker'd history of the nation furnish'd allusions, illustrations, and subjects for epic display the glory of the sanctuary, the offerings, the splendid ritual, the Holy City, and lov'd Palestine with its pleasant valleys and wild tracts." Dr. Mendes said "that rhyming was not a characteristic of Hebrew poetry at all. Metre was not a necessary mark of poetry.
What fondness in my Conduct had he seen, To take so shameful and so base Revenge? Gay. None 'twas filthy Avarice seduc'd him to't. L. Ful. If he cou'd be so barbarous to expose me, Cou'd you who lov'd me be so cruel too? Gay. What to possess thee when the Bliss was offer'd? Possess thee too without a Crime to thee? Charge not my Soul with so remiss a flame, So dull a sense of Virtue to refuse it.
"With pain I mark'd the various passions rise, When beauty so divine before thee mov'd; With trembling doubt beheld thy wandering eyes, For still I fear'd; alas! because I lov'd. "Each anxious doubt shall Laura now forego, No more regret those joys so lately known, Conscious, that tho' thy breast to all may glow, Thy faithful heart shall beat for her alone.
Celinda, who did Love disdain, For whom had languished many a Swain, Leading her bleating Flocks to drink, She spy'd upon the River's brink A Youth, whose Eyes did well declare How much he lov'd, but lov'd not her.
Faith, Madam, try, you'll find it just like mine. The first I lov'd was Philocles, and then Made Protestations ne'er to love again, Yet after left him for a faithless crime; But then I languisht even to death for him; But Love who suffer'd me to take no rest, New fire-balls threw, the old scarce dispossest; And by the greater flame the lesser light, Like Candles in the Sun extinguished quite, And left no power Alcander to resist, Who took, and keeps possession of my breast.
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