Part 58

COWPER--Task.

29. GENTLEMAN.--To pick up fans and knitting-needles, And list to songs, and tunes, and watch for smiles, And smile at pretty prattle.

BYRON--Werner.

29. LADY.--An a lover be tardy, you had as lief be wooed of a snail; for though the snail comes slowly, he carries his house on his head.

As You Like It.

30. That the king should reign on a throne of gold, Fenced round by his power divine; That the baron should sit in his castle old, Drinking his ripe red wine; While below, below, in his ragged coat, The beggar he tuneth a hungry note, And the spinner is bound to his weary thread, And the debtor lies down with an aching head.

BARRY CORNWALL.

31. Lighted halls, Cramm'd full of fools and fiddles.

R. C. SANDS.

32. To hear The roaring of the raging elements, To know all human skill, all human strength Avail not; to look round, and only see The mountain wave, incumbent with its weight Of bursting waters o'er the reeling bark;-- Oh, God, this is indeed a dreadful thing! And he who hath endured the horror once Of such an hour, doth never hear the storm Howl round his home, but he remembers it, And thinks upon the suffering mariner.

SOUTHEY--Madoc.

33. I perceive you delight not in music.

Merry Wives of Windsor.

34. You hate the gold and silver which persuade Weak men to follow far-fatiguing trade; Who madly think the flowery mountain's side, The fountain's murmur, and the valley's pride, The river's flow, less pleasing to behold Than dreary deserts, if they lead to gold.

COLLINS--Eclogues.

35. To climb life's worn and heavy wheel, Which draws up nothing new.

YOUNG--Night Thoughts.

36. To tax a bad voice to slander music. An he had been a dog that should have howled thus, they would have hanged him.

Much Ado About Nothing.

37. It moves you more perhaps than folly ought, When some green heads, as void of wit as thought, Suppose themselves monopolists of sense, And wiser mens' ability pretence.

COWPER.

38. GENTLEMAN.--A woman moved, which like a fountain troubled (Is) muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty, And in no wise is meet or reasonable.

Taming of the Shrew.

38. LADY.-- The heavens preserve me From that dull blessing, an obedient husband.

TOBIN--Honey Moon.

39. You're tired of visits, modes, and forms, And flatteries paid to fellow-worms; Their conversation cloys.

DR. WATTS.

40. The spider, that weaver of cunning so deep, Who rolls himself up in a ball to sleep.