Goes slow, and stately by them: thrice he walk'd,
By their oppress'd, and fear-surprised eyes,
Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distill'd
Almost to jelly with the act of fear,

Stand dumb, and speak not to him.

But, even then, the morning cock crew loud.

'Tis told me, he hath, very oft of late,

Given private time to you.

Thus, the soldier,

Arm'd with resolution, told his soft tale,

And was a thriving wooer.

You speak like a green girl,

Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.

Set your entreatments at a higher rate
Than a command to parley.

The air, bites shrewdly.

It then, draws near

The season, wherein the spirit, held his wont to walk.

I am thy father's spirit,

Doom'd, for a certain term, to walk the night.

O day, and night! but this, is wondrous strange!

I fear'd, he did but trifle,

And meant to wreck thee.

But, look, where sadly, the poor wretch, comes reading.

-The satirical rogue, says here, that old men, have grey beards; that their faces, are wrinkled; their eyes, purging thick amber, and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with. with most weak hams.

-I will leave him.-My honourable lord, I will, most humbly, take my leave of you.

'Fore heaven, my lord, well spoken;

With good accent, and good discretion!

-I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon.

I'll have grounds

More relative than this.

To be? or, not to be?-that, is the question.

The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn, No traveller returns.

There's something in his soul,

O'er which, his melancholy, sits on brood.

I did enact Julius Cæsar.

And as my love is siz'd, my fear, is so.

Nor earth, to me give food, nor heaven light.

The croaking raven,

Doth bellow for revenge.

Come, some music.

Is there not rain enough in the sweet heaven, To wash it white as snow?

When thou doest alms, let not thy left haud know, what thy right hand doeth.

Verily, I say unto you, They have their reward.

The rulers, take counsel against the Lord, and against his anointed.

He, that sitteth in the heavens, shall laugh; the Lord, shall have them in derision.

Return, O Lord! deliver my soul: oh, save me for thy mercies' sake!

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In death there is no remembrance of thee: in grave, Who shall give thee thanks?

To give subtilty to the simple; to the young man knowledge, and discretion.

The wicked, shall be cut off from the earth.

Honour the Lord with thy substance, and with the first fruits of all thine increase.

So, shall thy barns be filled with plenty, and thy presses shall burst out with new wine.

The wise, shall inherit glory, but shame, shall be the promotion of fools.

I give you good doctrine: Forsake ye not my law.

My Son, if thou be surety for thy friend, if thou hast stricken thy hand with a stranger,

Thou art snared with the words of thy mouth, thou art taken with the words of thy mouth.

THE PINE-APPLE AND THE BEE.

COWPER.

THE pine-apples, in triple row,
Were basking hot, and all in blow.
A bee, of most discerning taste,
Perceived the fragrance as he pass'd.
On eager wing, the spoiler, came,
And search'd for crannies in the frame;
Urg'd his attempt on every side,

To every pane his trunk applied;
But, still in vain.-The frame, was tight,
And only pervious to the light.
Thus, having wasted half the day,
He trimm'd his flight another way.

"Methinks," I said, "in thee I find, "The sin, and madness of mankind. "To joys forbidden, man, aspires, "Consumes his soul with vain desires; "FOLLY, the spring of his pursuit, "And DISAPPOINTMENT, all the fruit. "While CYNTHIO, ogles as he passes, "The nymph between two chariot glasses, "SHE is the pine-apple, and HE "The silly, unsuccessful bee.