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same, rejoicing in the brightness of thy course. When the world is dark with tempests ; when thunder rolls and lightning flies ; thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm. But to Ossian, thou lookest in vain ; for he beholds thy bears no more ; whether thy yellow hair flows on the eastern clouds, or thou tremblest at the gates of the west. But thou art perhaps, like me, for a season, and thy years will have an end. Thou shalt sleep in thy clouds, careless of the voice of the morning.
Exult then, O sun, in the strength of thy youth! Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the moon, when it shines through broken clouds, and the mist is on the hills; the blast of the north is on the plain, the traveller shrinks in the midst of his journey.
THE UNEXPECTED JOURNEY.
• COACHEE ! coachee! put me in, and see
Sleep, placid monarch ! I'll to thee
Thou salve to heal the wounds of care,
Further than has just been recounted ;
And by the one 'twas for granted,
He understood what t'other wanted. But, right or wrong, our sleeper reck'd not, he Possessed much more philosophy; And his must be profoundly deep, If there's philosophy in sleep; For he slept on the whole night round, O'er hill and dale, and level ground; Town, village, milestone-all they past, Fast as you please—he slept as fast; Thus to the journey's end he goes, Lull'd by the softness of repose. Our sleeping partner, for such he Must be deem'd undoubtedly; When coach' he call'd was going on Towards his home at Newington ; But in the borough, being tir'd, Thinking he saw a coach unhired,
He hail'd it, and away
He rode, nor thought to say
To Portsmouth, there
To deliver up his fare
Where, if you please, a trip we'll take
A waiter opens the coach-door,
* Aye, eighteen pence, I know
Here, take it, and I'll go.'
All through the night,
Till broad daylight,
And now you say
Here, where am I ?' while with surprise,
• Yours! no,
So take me back,
I'll look before,
RODERIGO AND IAGO FROM OTHELLO.
Iago. Well, if thou dost, I shall never love thee after it. Why, thou silly gentleman !
Rod. It is silliness to live, when to live is a torment: and then we have a prescription to die when death is our physician,
Iago. O villainous ! I have looked upon the world for four times seven years; and since I could distinguish between a benefit and an injury, I never found a man that knew how to love himself. Ere I would say, I would drown myself for the love of a Guinea-hen, I would change my humanity with a baboon.
Rod. What should I do? I confess it is my shame to be so fond ; but it is not in virtue to amend it.
Iago. Virtue ? a fig! 'tis in ourselves, that we are thus, or thus. Our bodies are our gardens ; to the which our wills are gardeners : so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme ; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many ; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry ; why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills. "If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us to the most preposterous conclusions : But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts : whereof I take this, that you call-love, to be a sect, or scion.
Rod. It cannot be.
Iago. It is merely a lust of the blood, and a permission of the will. Come, be a man: Drown thyself ! drown cats and blind puppies. I have professed me thy friend, and I confess me knit to thy deserving with cables of per-durable toughness ; I could never better stead thee than now. Put money in thy purse ; follow these wars ; defeat thy favour with an usurped beard ; I say, put money in thy purse. It cannot be, that Desdemona should long continue her love to the Moor,--put money in thy purse ;-nor he his to her: it was a violent commencement, and thou shalt see an answerable sequestration ;-put but money in thy purse. These Moors are changeable in their wills ;-fill thy purse with money : the food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. She must change for youth : when she is sated with his body, she will find the error of her choice. She must have change, she must: therefore put money in thy purse. If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do it a more delicate way than drowning. Make all the money thou canst : If sanctimony and a frail vow, betwixt an erring barbarian and a supersubtle Venetian, be not too hard for my wits, and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enjoy her; therefore make money. A pox of drowning thyself ! it is clean out of the way: seek thou rather to be hanged in compassing thy joy, than to be drowned and go without her.
Rod. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on the issue ?
Iago. Thou art sure of me :--Go, make money :-I have told thee often, and I re-tell thee again and again, I hate the Moor : My cause is hearted : thine hath no less reason : Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him : if thou canst cuckold him,
thou dost thyself a pleasure, and me a sport. There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered. Traverse; go ; provide thy money. We will have more of this to-morrow. Adieu.
Rod. Where shall we meet i'the morning ?
I ago. Go to ; farewell : put money in your purse.
THE PAINTER OF FLORENCE.
THERE once was a painter in Catholic days,
Like Job, who eschewed all evil;