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More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
He plays at quoits well; swears with a good grace; and wears his boot very smooth, like unto the sign of the leg.
That strain again;-it had a dying fall:
Stealing, and giving odour.
If thou art rich, thou art poor;
For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows,
And death unloads thee: Friends hast thou none.
"The most exquisite poetical conceptions, images, and
descriptions, are given with such brevity, and introduced with such skill, as merely to adorn, without loading, the sense they accompany."
"He gives a living picture of all the most minute and secret artifices by which a feeling steals into our souls, of all the imperceptible advantages which it there gains, of all the stratagems by which every other passion is made subservient to it, till it becomes the sole tyrant of our desires and our aversions."
PAINTINGS OF NATURE
Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold;
There 's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubins:
Such harmony is in immortal souls.
The sun with one eye vieweth all the world. 21-i. 4.
How bloodily the sun begins to peer
Above yon busky hill! the day looks pale
At his distemperature.
The southern wind
Doth play the trumpet to his purposes b;
Foretells a tempest, and a blustering day. 18-v. 1.
The glorious sun,
Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist;
Turning, with splendour of his precious eye,
The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold. 16-iii. 1.
That is, to the sun's, to which the sun portends by his unusual appearance.
As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break;
How sweet the moon-light sleeps upon this bank!
Look, how the floor of heaven
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins:
Such harmony is in immortal soulse;
But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. 9-v. 1.
The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye;
Phoebe doth behold
Her silvery visage in the watery glass,
Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass. 7—i. 1.
The moon, like to a silver bow,
New bent in heaven.
The opposite to comfort.
d A small flat dish, used in the administration of the Eucharist.
"Touching musical harmony, whether by instrument or by voice, it being but of high and low sounds in a due proportionable disposition, such notwithstanding is the force thereof, and so pleasing effects it hath in the very part of man which is most divine, that some have been thereby induced to think that the soul itself by nature is, or hath in it, harmony."-Hooker's Ecclesiastical Polity, B. v.