I mean that ear-form'd vault, built o'er the dun- Come hither, young one-Mark me! Thou art now geon,
'Mongst men o' the sword, that live by reputation More than by constant income-Single-suited They are, I grant you; yet each single suit Maintains, on the rough guess, a thousand follow
And they be men, who, hazarding their all,
Needful apparel, necessary income,
And human body, and immortal soul,
Do in the very deed but hazard nothing—
So strictly is that ALL bound in reversion;
Clothes to the broker, income to the usurer,—
And body to disease, and soul to the foul fiend;
Who laughs to see Soldadoes and fooladoes,
Play better than himself his game on earth.
The Mohocks.
Mother. What! dazzled by a flash of Cupid's
With which the boy, as mortal urchins wont, Flings back the sunbeam in the eye of passengersThen laughs to see them stumble !
Daughter. Mother! no
It was a lightning-flash which dazzled me,
And never shall these eyes see true again.
Beef and Pudding-An Old English Comedy.
(14.)-CHAP. XIX.
By this good light, a wench of matchless mettle!
This were a leaguer-lass to love a soldier,
To bind his wounds, and kiss his bloody brow,
And sing a roundel as she help'd to arm him,
Though the rough foeman's drums were beat so nigh,
They seem'd to bear the burden.
Hold fast thy truth, young soldier. Gentle That ladies love best-He is young and noble,
There must be government in all society-
Bees have their Queen, and stag herds have their
leader;
Rome had her Consuls, Athens had her Archons,
And we, sir, have our Managing Committee.
The Album of St. Ronans.
(3.)-CHAP. X.
Come, let me have thy counsel, for I need it;
Thou art of those, who better help their friends
With sage advice, than usurers with gold,
Or brawlers with their swords-I'll trust to thee,
For I ask only from thee words, not deeds.
The Devil hath met his Match.
Nearest of blood should still be next in love;
And when I see these happy children playing,
While William gathers flowers for Ellen's ringlets,
And Ellen dresses flies for William's angle,
I scarce can think, that in advancing life,
Coldness, unkindness, interest, or suspicion,
Will e'er divide that unity so sacred,
Which Nature bound at birth.
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