Part 12

27. You do incline to sadness, and oft-times Not knowing why.

Cymbaline.

28. You are a riddle, Which he who solved the sphinx's would die guessing!

JOHN TOBIN.

29. You have train'd your spirit to forgive, As you hope to be forgiven; And you live on earth as they should live Whose hopes and home are heaven.

BOWRING.

30. A reasonable woman; Fair without vanity, rich without pride, Discreet though witty, learned yet very humble.

JOHN TOBIN.

31. There's little of the melancholy in you; you are never sad but when you sleep, and not even sad then; for I have heard that you often dream of mischief, and wake yourself with laughing.

Much Ado About Nothing.

32. Like a summer storm awhile you're cloudy, Burst out in thunder and impetuous showers, But straight the sun of beauty dawns abroad, And all the fair horizon is serene.

NICHOLAS ROWE.

33. Think not the good, The gentle deeds of mercy thou hast done Shall die forgotten all; the poor, the prisoner, The fatherless, the friendless, and the widow, Who daily own the bounty of thy hand, Shall cry to heaven and pull a blessing on thee.

GEORGE LILLO.

34. A friend to the hen-coop you often are found; When the rat or the weasel are prowling around, Or chick become motherless strays from the wing, A mother are you to the motherless thing.

MARIA JAMES.

35. A' the day you spier what news kind neibor bodies bring.

MOTHERWELL.

36. Innocence and virgin modesty, A virtue and a consciousness of worth That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won.

MILTON--Paradise Lost.

37. It is your pleasure sweetly to complain, And to be taken with a sudden pain; Then up you start, all ecstasy and bliss, And are, sweet soul, just as sincere in this. Oh, how you roll your charming eyes in spite, And look delightfully with all your might.

DR. YOUNG--Love of Fame.

38. Gracious to all; but where your love is due So fast, so faithful, loyal, just, and true, That a bold hand as soon might hope to force The rolling light of heaven, as stay your course.

WALLER.

39. Thou medley of contraries! We trust thee, yet we doubt thee, Our darkness and our light; Night would be day without thee, And day, without thee, night.

JUDGE CHARLTON.

40. You are a soul so white and so chaste, As nothing called foul Dares approach with a blot, Or any least spot; But still you control Or make your own lot, Preserving love pure as it first was begot.

BEN JONSON.