Part 27

Much Ado About Nothing.

49. With despatchful looks She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent, What choice to choose for delicacy best, What order so contrived as not to mix Tastes not well join'd, inelegant, but bring Taste after taste upheld with kindliest change.

MILTON.

50. None so gay as she; Up hill and down, morning, and noon, and night, Singing or talking; singing to herself When none give ear.

ROGERS--Italy.

51. The green And growing leaves of seventeen Are round her;--and half hid, half seen, A violet flower; Nursed by the virtues she hath been From childhood's hour.

HALLECK.

52. Blest with temper whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day: Spleen, vapors, or small-pox, above them all, And mistress of herself though china fall.

POPE--Characters of Women.

53. Seldom she speaks, but she will listen With all the signs of soul; Her cheek will change, her eye will glisten, As waves of feeling roll.

DR. GILMAN.

54. She bears a purse; she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty.

Merry Wives of Windsor.

55. You are as rich in having such a jewel, As twenty seas, if all their sands were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

Two Gentlemen of Verona.

56. Oh, she is a golden girl, But a man--a man should woo her! They who seek her shrink aback, When they should like storms pursue her.

BARRY CORNWALL.

57. She is soft as the dew-drops that fall From the lip of the sweet-scented pea; Perhaps when she smiled upon all, Thou hast thought that she smiled upon thee.

MACKENZIE--Man of Feeling.

58. She is the cause of six matches being broken off, and three sons disinherited.

SHERIDAN.

59. All her strain Is of domestic gladness, fire-side bliss, And household rule; nor thought loose, light, or vain, Stains her pure vision of meek happiness.

ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.

60. She loves, but 'tis not you she loves, Not you on whom she ponders, When in some dream of tenderness Her truant fancy wanders. The forms that flit her vision through, Are like the shapes of old, Where tales of Prince and Paladin On tapestry are told. Man may not hope her heart to win, Be his of common mould.

C. F. HOFFMAN.

WHAT IS THE CHARACTER OF HIM WHO LOVES YOU?

Something that may serve to set in view The doings, observations which his mind Had dealt with--I will here record in verse.

WORDSWORTH.