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Words in this wise then he utter'd: 'Not to drink have I come hither From the tankard of Manala, Not to empty Tuoni's beaker; They who drink of beer are drowned, Those who drain the can are ruin'd." The hero's concluding words might form a motto for our teetotallers; and in any case his abstinence enabled him to succeed in his errand and return.
Here I could not but observe, as I have done before in the Case of the banish'd King, how impolitick these high Solunarian Church-men acted in all their Proceedings, for had they contented themselves by little and little to ha' done their Work, they had done it effectually; but pushing at Extremities they overshot themselves, and ruin'd all.
His house was known to all the vagrant train; He chid their wand'rings, but relieved their pain: The long-remember'd beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast; The ruin'd spendthrift, now no longer proud, Claim'd kindred there, and had his claims allow'd; The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire, and talk'd the night away, Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shoed how fields were won.
"Birds of omen dark and foul, Night-crow, raven, bat, and owl, Leave the sick man to his dream All night long he heard your scream Haste to cave and ruin'd tower, Ivy, tod, or dingled bower, There to wink and mope, for, hark! In the mid air sings the lark. "Hie to moorish gills and rocks, Prowling wolf and wily fox, Hie you fast, nor turn your view, Though the lamb bleats to the ewe.
This tree a perfect emblem is of those Which God doth plant, which in his garden grows, Its blasted blooms are motions unto good, Which chill affections do nip in the bud. Those little apples which yet blasted are, Show some good purposes, no good fruits bear. Those spoiled by vermin are to let us see, How good attempts by bad thoughts ruin'd be.
For in truth there is not a surer way to keep them under, than by demolishments; and whoever becomes master of a City us'd to live free, and dismantells it not, let him look himselfe to bee ruin'd by it; for it alwayes in time of rebellion takes the name of liberty for refuge, and the ancient orders it had; which neither by length of time, nor for any favours afforded them, are ever forgotten; and for any thing that can be done, or order'd, unlesse the inhabitants be disunited and dispers'd, that name is never forgotten, nor those customes: but presently in every chance recourse is thither made: as Pisa did after so many yeeres that she had been subdu'd by the Florentines.
Ay, 'tis he, and I'm undone what shall I do to kill him now? besides, the Sin wou'd put me past all Hopes of pardoning. Sir Feeb. A damn'd Rogue to deceive me thus. Bel. Hah see, by Heaven Leticia, Oh, we are ruin'd! Sir Feeb. Enter Leticia and Phillis softly, undrest, with a Box. Let. Where are you, my best Wishes? Lord of my Vows and Charmer of my Soul? Where are you? Bel. Sir Feeb.
"Here they lie had realms and lands Who now want strength to stir their hands; Where from their pulpits seal'd with dust They preach 'In greatness is no trust' . . . Here are sands, ignoble things, Dropt from the ruin'd sides of kings. . . ."
This Disappointment enrag'd the Party, and that very Rage entirely ruin'd their Project; for now the Nobility, the Patriarchs, and all the wise Men of the Nation, joining together against these Men of Heat and Fury, the Queen began to see into their Designs, and as she was of a most pious and peaceable Temper, she conceiv'd a just Hatred of so wicked and barbarous a Design, and immediately dismiss'd from her Council and Favour the Great Scribe, and several others who were Leaders in the Design, to the great mortification of the whole Party, and utter Ruin of the intended Law against the Crolians.
I smil'd on you; and sometimes kiss'd you too; but for my sister's sake, I play'd with you, suffer'd your hands and lips to wander where I dare not now; all which I thought a sister might allow a brother, and knew not all the while the treachery of love: oh none, but under that intimate title of a brother, could have had the opportunity to have ruin'd me; that, that betray'd me; I play'd away my heart at a game I did not understand; nor knew I when 'twas lost, by degrees so subtle, and an authority so lawful, you won me out of all.
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