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Contempt. From Macedonia's madman to the Swede.
The whole strange purpose of their lives to find,
Not that themselves are wise, but others weak; Remonftr. But grant that those can conquer ; these cap
cheat ; Averfor. "Tis phrase absurd to call a villain great.
Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave,
Is but more the fool, the more a knave. Approba. Who noble ends by noble means obtains,
Or, failing, smiles in exile, or in chains, Admiration Like good Aurelius let him reign; or bleed
Like Socrates ; that man is great indeed. Contempt. What's fume ? A fancy'd
life in others breath,
Or on the Rubicon, or on the Rhine,
As justice tears his body from the grave; Blaming
When what t'oblivion better were resign'd,
(1) I have put a pause, after make, though to the contrary to general rule, to mark the antithesis between find and make, inore dif tinctly.
(2) “ All Mly, flow things,” to be pronounced very slowly, and with a cunning look.
(3) “ All that we feel," &c, to be expressed with the right hand laid upon the breathe
Is hung on high to poison half mankind.
In parts superior what advantage lies ?
Question. 'Tis but to know, how little can be known; Concern. To see all other's faults and feel our own ; Condemn'd in bus'ness, or in arts to drudge Without a second, and without a judge. Truths would you teach, to save a sinking land, All fear ; none aid you ; and few understand. Painful pre-eminence ! yourself to view
Suffering. Above life's weakness, and its comforts too.
Bring then these blessings to a strict account, Arguing. Make fair deductions : see to what they 'mount. How much of other each is sure to cost; How each for other oft is wholly lost; How inconsistent greater goods with these ; How sometimes life is risk'd, and always ease, Think.--And if still such things thy envy call, Say, would'st thou be the man to whom they Question.
fall? To sigh for ribbands, if thou art so silly, Contempts Mark how they grace Lord Umbra, or Sir Billy. Is yellow dirt the passion of thy life?
Contempt. Look but on Gripus, or on Gripus' wife. If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shin'd, The wisest, brightest-meanest of mankind. Or ravish'd with the whistling of a name, Contempt. See Cromwell damn'd to everlasting fame : If all united thy ambition call,
Teaching From ancient story learn to scorn them all.
Pope's EssAY ON MAN.
(1) Comes not to the heart," to be spoken with the right hand laid upon the breas. As is likewise, «Maroellus exild feels,” in the line below,
CLOWNISH BASHFULNESS AND AWK
The meeting of Humphrey Gubbin and Mr. Pounce.
(From the Comedy of the TENDER HUSBAND.) Humph. How prettily this park is stock'd with soldiers, and deer, and ducks, and ladies.Ha! Where are the old fellows gone? Where can they be, trow? I'll ask these people.
A--a--a--you pretty young gentleman, (to FainQuestion. love] did you see řather?
Fain. Your father, Sir ?
Humph. Ey, my Vather, a weasel-faced cross old gentleman, with spindle shanks ?
Fain. No, Sir.
Pounce. We have met nobody with these
marks. But sure I have seen you before, are you Question'. not Mr, Humphrey Gubbin, son and heir to Sir
Humph. Ey, ey, an that were all, I'se his son ; but how lung I shall be his heir, I can't
tell: for a talks o'disinheriting on ma every day! Joy. Pounce. Dear Sir, I am glad to see you.
I have had a desire to be acquainted with you ever since I saw you clench your fist at your father, when his back was turned toward you. I love a
young man of spirit, Vexation. Humph. Why, Sir, would it not vex a man
to the very heart, blood and guts on him, to have a crabbed old fellow snubbing a body every min
ute before company ? Exciting.
Pounce. Why, Mr. Humphrey, he uses you like a boy.
Humph. Like a boy, quotha! He uses me like Complain- a dog. A lays 'ma on now and then, e'en as if a ing.
were a breaking a hound to the game.--You can't
think what a tantrum a was in this morning, because I boggled a little at marrying iny own born cousin.
Pounce. A man can't be too scrupulous, Mr. Cautioning, Humphrey; a man can't be too scrupulous. Humph. Why, Sir, I could as soon love my Complain
ing. my own flesh and blood. We should squabble like brother and sister, not like man and wife. Do
you think we should not Mr. Pray, Question, gentlemen, may I crave your names ?
Pounce. Sir, I am the very person, that has been employed to draw up the articles of mar Curiosity. riage between you and your cousin.
Humph. Ho, ho! say you so? Then may Wonder. hap, you can tell one some things one wants to know. Apray, Sir, what estyeate am I heir to?
Pounce. To fifteen hundred pounds a year, Information intailed estate. Humph. Sniggers ! I'se glad on't with all Joy,
Andamacan you satisfy ma in another question Pray, how old be I?
Question. Pounce. Three and twenty last March. Information
Humph. Plague on it! As sure as you are Vexation. there, they have kept ma back. I have been told by goody Clack, or goody Tipple, I don't know which, that I was born the very year the stone pig stie was built; and every body knows the pig stie in the back close is three and twenty years old. I'll be duck'd in a horse-porld, if here has not been tricks play'd ma. But, pray, Sir may'nt I Question. crave your nanie ?
Pounce. My name, Sir, is Pounce, at your Information service.
Humph. Pounce with a P
Humph. Why, then, Mr. Samuel Pounce, Earnestnels.. [chuckling and wriggling, and rubbing his hands earnestly] do you know any clever gentlea woman of your acquaintance, that you think I could like $ For I'll be hang'd like a dog, an I
han't taken a right down aversion to my cousin, ever since Vather proposed her to ma. And since every body knows I came up to be married, I should not care to go down again with a flee in my ear and look balk'd, d'ye see.
Pounce. [After a pause.] Why, Sir, I have a thought just come into my head. And if you will walk along with this gentleman and me, where we are going, I will communicate it.
Humph. With all my heart, good Mr. Samuel Pounce.
From Æneas's account of the Sack of Troy. (Dryd. Virg. Æn. II.)
All were attentive to the godlike man,
'Twas now the dead of night, when sleep re
(1) The words,“ sad remembrance," may be spoken with a figh and the right-hand laid upon the breast.
(2) The words, He&tor's Ghoft, may be spoken with a start, and the attitude of fear. See Fear, page 21,