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ARTIFICE. Why I can smile, and murder while I smile, And cry content, at that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheek with artificial tears.
He soon aware, Each perturbation smoothed with outward calm, Artificer of fraud! and was the first That practised falsehood under saintly shew.-Milton. Shallow artifice begets suspicion, And, like a cobweb veil, but thinly shades The face of thy design; alone disguising What should have ne'er been seen; imperfect mischief! Thou, like the adder, venomous and deaf, Hast stung the traveller; and after hear'st Not his pursuing voice; e'en when thou think'st To hide, the rustling leaves and bended grass Confess, and point the path which thou hast crept. O fate of fools! officious in contriving; In executing-puzzled, lame, and lost. Congreve. A man of sense can artifice disdain, As men of wealth may venture to go plain; I find the fool when I behold the screen, For 'tis the wise man's interest to be seen. Youny.
Then rising from His grave,
Some say he bids his angels turn askance
Blackmore. There is a willow grows aslant a brook That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.
Shakspere. Hence springs that universal strong desire
Which all men have of immortality:
Sir J. Davies.
Pope. Longings sublime, and aspirations high. Byron.
The high-born soul Disdains to rest her heaven-aspiring wing Beneath its native quarry. Tired of earth And this diurnal scene, she springs aloft Through fields of air; pursues the flying storm; Rides on the vollied lightnings through the heavens; Or yoked with whirlwinds and the northern blast,
Sweeps the long tract of day.
For from the birth
Till every bound at length should disappear,
As flame ascends;
Is there a crime
H. G.1. 62
And vain assurance of mortality,
Against spiritual foes, yields by and by. Spenser.
But what on earth can long abide in state?
'Tis far off, And rather like a dream, than the assurance My remembrance warrants.
Shakspere. But yet I'll make assurance doubly sure, And take a bond of fate.
With all the assurance innocence can bring,
Creech. An atheist!-he hath never faced an hour And not belied the name he bore. His doubt Is darkness from the unbelieving will Begot, and oft a parasite to sin, Too dear to be deserted; for the truth That unveils heaven and her immortal thrones, Uncovers hell and awful duties too.
R. Montgomery. ATTEMPT.
Milton. The wise and active conquer difficulties, By daring to attempt them; sloth and folly Shiver and sink at sights of toil and hazard, And make the impossibility they fear.
Onward through life he goes;
Each evening sees it close;
I DANCE attendance here.
She cannot here so well and truly see; For this perfection she must yet attend, Till to her Maker she espoused be.
Sir John Davies. Attendance none shall need, nor train, where none Are to behold the judgment, but the judged; Those two.