HEAVENLY HARMONY IN IMMORTAL SOULS. 21I Lor. The reason is, your spirits are attentive: For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music. Enter PORTIA and NERISSA. Por. That light we see is burning in my hall. How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. Ner. When the moon shone, we did not see the candle. Por. So doth the greater glory dim the less : A substitute shines brightly as a king Until a king be by, and then his state Empties itself, as doth an inland brook Ner. It is your music, madam, of the house. Ner. Silence bestows that virtue on it, madam. The nightingale, if she should sing by day, Merchant of Venice, Act v. Sc. 1, 1. 54. Sorrow for a misspent Life. There is no power in holy men, Nor charms in prayer, nor purifying form Of its own sins, wrongs, sufferance, and revenge LORD BYRON. A a And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new ; Most true it is that I have look'd on truth Askance and strangely. . . . O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, Sonnet, cx. Humility and Contrition in Wiew of Death. Since repentance is a duty of so great and giant-like bulk, let no man crowd it up into so narrow room as that it is strangled in its birth for want of time, and air to breathe in. JEREMY TAYLOR. longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot And mock you with me after I am gone. |