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HUSBAND-continued.

HUSBAND-HYPOCRISY.

A prudent father,

By nature charged to guide and rule her choice,
Resigns his daughter to a husband's power,
Who, with superior dignity, with reason,
And manly tenderness, will ever love her;
Not first a kneeling slave, and then a tyrant.

Know then,

As women owe a duty-so do men.
Men must be like the branch and bark to trees,
Which doth defend them from tempestuous rage ;-

Clothe them in winter, tender them in age.

Thomson.

Wilkins, Miseries of Enforced Marriage.

As the husband is, the wife is;

Thou art mated with a clown,

And the grossness of his nature

Will have weight to drag thee down. Tennyson, Locksley Hall.

HYPERBOLE.

When he shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little stars,

And he will make the face of heaven so fine,

That all the world will be in love with night

And pay no worship to the garish sun.

HYMNS.

A verse may find him who a sermon flies,

Sh. Rom. III. 2.

And turn delight into a sacrifice Suckling, The Church Porch.

HYPOCRISY-see Cunning, Deceit, Dissimulation, Falsehood, Knavery, Lies.

This outward-sainted deputy,

Whose settled visage and deliberate word
Nips youth i' the head, and follies doth emmew

As falcon doth the fowl,-is yet a devil. Sh. M. for M. 111. 1.

There is no vice so simple, but assumes

Some mark of virtue on his outward parts, Sh. M. of V. 111. 2. Well said; that was laid on with a trowel. Sh. As Y. L 1. 2.

Bear a fair pretence, though your heart be tainted;

Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint.

To beguile the time,

Sh. Com. E. Ι. 2.

Look like the time; bear welcome in your eyes,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,

But be the serpent under it.

Sh. Macb. 1. 5.

HYPOCRISY.

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HYPOCRISY-continued.

Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum;
And he, long-traded in it, makes it seem

Like rivers of remorse and innocence.

Sh. K. John, Iv. 3.

Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile:

And cry, content, to that which grieves my heart;

And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,

And frame my face to all occasions.

Sh. Hen. VI. 3, 111. 3.

But then I sigh, and with a piece of scripture,

Tell them-that God bids us do good for evil;

And thus I clothe my naked villany

With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ :

And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. Sh. R. III. 1. 3.

Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides!

Who cover faults, at last them shame derides. Sh. Lear, 1. 1.

O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face!

Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave ?

Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!

Dove-feather'd raven! wolfis

Despised substance of divinest show!

Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,

wolfish-ravening lamb!

A damned saint, an honourable villain!

Sh. Rom. III. 2.

And pious action, we do sugar o'er

The devil himself.

Sh. Ham. I. 1.

'Tis too much prov'd,-that, with devotion's visage,

If that the earth could teem with woman's tears,

Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile. Sh. Oth. IV. 1.

Divinity of hell! When devils will the blackest sins put on,

They do suggest at first with heavenly shows.

Foul il hypocrisy's sy's so much the mode.
There is no knowing hearts, from words or looks
Thieves, bawds, and panders, wear the holy leer;
E'en ruffians cant, and undermining knaves
Display a mimic openness of soul!

Neither man nor angel can discern
Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks
Invisible, except to God alone,

Ib. 11. 3.

Shirley, Parricide.

By His permissive will, through heav'n and earth;
And oft, though wisdom wakes, suspicion sleeps
At wisdom's gate; while goodness thinks no ill,
Where no ill seems.

Milton, P. L. III. 682.

That practised falsehood under saintly show,
Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.

Milton. P. L. IV. 122.

They

Can pray upon occasion, talk of Heaven,
Turn up their goggling eye-balls, rail at vice,
Dissemble, lie, and preach, like any priest. Otway, Orphan.

Seeming devotion doth but gild the knave,
That's neither faithful, honest, just, nor brave;
But when religion doth with virtue join,
It makes a hero like an angel shine.

He's the greatest monster, without doubt,
Who is a wolf within, a sheep without.

Thou has prevaricated with thy friend,
By under-hand contrivance undone me;
And while my open nature trusted in thee,
Thou hast stepp'd in between me and my hopes,
And ravish'd from me all my soul held dear,

Thou hast betray'd me.

Waller.

Denham.

Rowe, Lady Jane Grey, II. 1.

The man who dares to dress misdeeds,

And colour them with virtue's name, deserves

A double punishment from gods to men. Ch. Johnson, Medea.

An open foe may prove a curse,

But a pretended friend is worse.

Catius is ever moral, ever grave,

Gay, Fable 1. 17.

Thinks who endures a knave, is next a knave,

Save just at dinner-then prefers, no doubt,

A rogue with venison to a saint without. Pope, M. E. 1. 77.

The world's all title-page; there's no contents;

The world's all face; the man who shows his heart

Is hooted for his nudities, and scorn'd.

Young, N. T. 8.

The theme divine at cards she'll not forget,
But takes in texts of Scripture at picquet;
In those licentious meetings acts the prude,
And thanks her Maker that her cards are good. Ib. L. of F. 5.

Hypocrisy, detest her as we may

(And no man's hatred ever wronged her yet)

May claim this merit still, that she admits

The worth of what she mimics with such care,

And thus gives virtue indirect applause. Cowper, Task, 111. 100.

HYPOCRISY-continued.

To wear long faces, just as if our Maker,
The God of goodness, was an undertaker,

Well pleas'd to wrap the soul's unlucky mien

In sorrow's dismal crape or bombasin.

Peter Pindar.

Few men dare show their thoughts of worst or best;

Dissimulation always sets apart

A corner for herself; and therefore fiction

Is that which passes with least contradiction. Byron, D.J.xv.3.

He was the mildest manner'd man

That ever scuttled ship, or cut a throat!

With such true breeding of a gentleman,

You never could divine his real thought. Byron, D. J. 341.

Strong in his words but in his actions weak,

His greatest talent not to do-but speak,
Language that burns th' unwary to entice,
A head all fire, and a heart all ice.

Byron, Lara.

Pollok, Course of Time.

A serpent with an angel's voice! a grave
With flowers bestrew'd.

The hypocrite had left his mask, and stood
In naked ugliness. He was a man

Who stole the livery of the court of heaven

To serve the devil in. Pollok, Course of Time, VIII. 615.

In sermon style he bought,

And sold, and lied; and salutations made

In scripture terms. He pray'd by quantity,

And with his repetitions long and loud,

All knees were weary.

Pollok, Course of Time.

A man may cry Church! Church! at every word

With no more piety than other people;

A daw's not reckoned a religious bird

Because it keeps a cawing from the steeple.

Hood, Ep. to Rae Wilson, Esq.

T

If his chief good, and market of his time,

Sh. M. of V. 1. 9.

George Turbervile.

Be but to sleep and feed? A beast; -no more.

Sure, He, that made us with such large discourse,

Looking before and after, gave us not

That capability and godlike reason

To rust in us unused.

Sh. Ham. IV. 4.

Middleton, Family Love.

The grey-ey'd morning braves me to my face,

And calls me sluggard.

Men of thy condition feed on sloth,

As doth the beetle on the dung she breeds in;

Not caring how the mettle of your minds

Is eaten with the rust of idleness.

Ben Jonson.

Life's cares are comforts; such by Heaven designed;
He that has none, must make them, or be wretched.

Cares are employments; and without employ

The soul is on a rack; the rack of rest,

To souls most adverse.

Pope.

Young, Night Thoughts, 2.

Smart.

Go to the ant, thou sluggard, learn to live,

And by her wary ways reform thine own.

An idler is a watch that wants both hands;

As useless when it goes as when it stands. Cowper, Retirem.681.

Absence of occupation is not rest,

A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.

Come hither, ye that press your beds of down

And sleep not: see him sweating o'er his bread

Before he eats it.-'Tis the primal curse,

But soften'd into mercy: made the pledge

Ib. 623.

Of cheerful days, and nights without a groan. Ib. Task, 1. 361.

* To become mouldy.