Laughter on feeing a shrewd Buffoon.

A fool, a fool, I met a fool i'th' foreft,
A motley fool, a miserable varlet;
As I do live by food I met a fool,

Who laid him down, and bafk'd him in the fun,
And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms;
In good fet terms, and yet a motley fool;
Good morrow, fool, quoth I; no, fir, quoth he,
Call me not fool, till heav'n hath fent me fortune;
And then he drew a dial from his poak,
And looking on it with lack-luftre eye,
Says very wifely, it is ten o'clock;

Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags;
'Tis but an hour ago fince it was nine,
And after one hour more 'twill be eleven,
And fo from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,
And then from hour to hour we rot and rot,
And thereby hangs a tale. When I did hear
The motley fool thus moral on the time,
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
That fools fhould be fo deep contemplative:
And I did laugh fans intermiffion
An hour by his dial. O noble fool!
A worthy fool! motley's the only wear.

Shakespeare's As You Like It.

RAILLERY.

Raillery without animofity, puts on the afpect of chearfulness; the countenance smiling, and the tone of voice fprightly.

Rallying a Perfon for being melancholy.

Let me play the fool

With mirth and laughter; fo let wrinkles come,
And let my liver rather heat with wine,
Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
Why should a man, whofe blood is warm within,
Sit like his grandfire cut in alabaster?

Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice

By being peevish? I tell thee what, Anthonio,
(I love thee, and it is my love that speaks ;)
There are a fort of men whose visages
Do cream and mantle like a standing pond,
And do a wilful ftillnefs entertain,
With purpose to be dreft in an opinion
Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit,
As who fhould fay, I am, fir, Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
I'll tell thee more of this another time;
But fish not with this melancholy bait
For this fool's gudgeon, this opinion.
Come, good Lorenzo, fare ye well a while,
I'll end my exhortation after dinner.

SNEER.

Sneer is ironical approbation: where, with a voice and countenance of mirth fomewhat exaggerated, we caft the fevereft cenfures; it is hypocritical mirth and good humour, and differs from the real by the fly, arch, fatirical tone of voice, look, and gefture, that accompany it.

Scoffing at fuppofed Cowardice.

Satan beheld their plight,

And to his mates thus in derifion call'd:

O friends, why come not on those victors proud?
Ere while they fierce were coming, and when we,
To entertain, them fair with open front

And breast, (what could we more ?) propounded terms
Of compofition, ftraight they chang'd their minds,
Flew off, and into ftrange vagaries fell,

As they would dance: yet, for a dance, they feem'd
Somewhat extravagant and wild, perhaps
For joy of offer'd peace; but I fuppofe,
If our propofals once again were heard,
We fhould compel them to a quick refult.

Milton's Paradife Loft.

JOY.

A pleasing elation of mind, on the actual or affured attainment of good, or deliverance from evil, is called Joy.

Joy, when moderate, opens the countenance with fmiles, and throws, as it were, a sunshine of delectation over the whole frame: When it is fudden and violent, it expreffes itself by clapping the hands, raifing the eyes towards heaven, and giving fuch a spring to the body as to make it attempt to mount up as if it could fly: When joy is extreme, and goes into tranfport, rapture, and extacy, it has a wildness of look and gesture that borders on folly, madness, and forrow.

Foy expected.

Ah! Juliet, if the meafure of thy joy

Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more
To blazon it, then fweeten with thy breath
This neighbour air, and let rich mufic's tongue
Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both
Receive in either by this dear encounter.

Shakespeare's Rom. and Jul.

Foy approaching to Transport.

Oh! joy, thou welcome ftranger, twice three years
I have not felt thy vital beam, but now

It warms my veins, and plays about my heart;

A fiery inftinct lifts me from the ground,

And I could mount.

Dr. Young's Revenge.

Joy approaching to Folly.

Come, let us to the caftle;

News, Friends; our wars are done, the Turks are drown'd;

How do our old acquaintance of this ifle?

Honey, you fhall be well defir'd in Cyprus';

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I have found great love among them. O my fweet,
I prattle out of fashion, and I dote

In mine own comforts.

Shakespeare's Othello.

Joy bordering on Sorrow.

O my foul's joy!

If after every tempeft come fuch calms,

May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
And let the labouring bark climb hills of feas
Olympus high, and duck again as low

As hell's from heav'n! If it were now to die,
'Twere now to be most happy, for I fear
My foul hath her content fo abfolute,
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate.

Joy, or Satisfaction inexpressible.

Imoinda, Oh! this feparation,
Has made you dearer if it can be fo
Than you were ever to me: you appear
Like a kind ftar to my benighted steps,
To guide me on my way to happiness;
I cannot mifs it now. Governor, friend,
You think me mad: But let me blefs you all
Who
any ways have been the inftruments
Of finding her again. Imoinda's found!
And every thing that I would have in her.

I have a thousand things to afk of her,
And the as many more to know of me,
But you have made me happier, I confefs,
Acknowledge it much happier, than I
Have words or power to tell you. Captain, you
Ev'n you, who moft have wrong'd me, I forgive:
I will not fay you have betrayed me now,
I'll think you but the minister of fate
To bring me to my lov'd Imoinda here.
Let the fools

Who follow fortune live upon her fmiles,
All our profperity is plac'd in love,

We have enough of that to make us happy;
This little fpot of earth you ftand upon,
Is more to me than the extended plains
Of my great father's kingdom; here I reign

Ibidem.

In full delight, in joys to pow'r unknown,

Your love my empire, and your

heart my

throne.

Southern's Oroonoko.

DELIGHT.

Delight is a high degree of fatisfaction, or rather is joy moderated, and affording leisure to dwell on the pleafing object; the tones, looks, and geftures, are the same as those of joy, but lefs forcible, and more permanent. Thus we gaze upon a pleafing figure or picture, liften to mufic, and are intent upon delightful ftudies.

Delight on viewing a Statue.

Leon.- -See, my lord,

Would you not deem it breath'd, and that those veins
Did verily bear blood?

Paul. My lord's almost so far transsported that

He'll think anon it lives.

Leon. O fweet Paulina,

Make me to think fo twenty years together,

No fettled fenfes of the world can match

The pleasure of that madness.

Shakefp. Winter Tale.

LOVE.

Love is not ill defined by Aaron Hill, when he calls it, defire kept temperate by reverence: it is, he says, a confcious and triumphant swell of hope, intimidated by refpectful apprehenfion of offending, where we long to seem agreeable it is complaint made amiable by gracefulness; reproach endeared by tenderness; and rapture awed by reverence: the idea then, fays he, to be conceived by one who would express love elegantly, is that of joy combined with

fear.