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DESCRIPTION of Night in a CAMP.
(SHAKESPEARE.) FROM camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds ; That the fix'd centinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch. .. Fire answers fire ; and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umber'd face. Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs, Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents, The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation. The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll : And (the third hour of drowzy morning nain'd) Proud of their numbers and secure in soul, The confident and over-lusty French Do the low-rated English play at dice; And chide the cripple tardygaited Night, Whio, like a foul and ugly witch, does limp So tediously away. The poor condemned English, Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires Sit patiently, and inly runinate The morning's danger : and their gesture sad, (Investing lank-lean cheeks, and war-worn coats) Presenteth them unto the gazing moon So many horrid ghosts. Who now beholds The royal captain of this ruin'd band, Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, .. Let him cry, Praise and glory on his head! For forth he goes, and visits all his host, Bids them good morrow with a modest smile, . And calls them brothers, friends, and country men. Upon his royal face there is no note, How dread an army hath enrounded him; Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour Unto the wearje and all-watched night; But freshly looks, and overbears attaint, With chearful semblance, and sweet majesty; That ev'ry wretch, pining and pale before, Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks. A largess universal, like the sun, His lib'ral eye doth give to ev'ry one, Thawing cold fear.
The HAPPINESS of a SHEPHERD'S LIFE.
· The VICISSITUDES of Life..
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
CARDINAL WOLSEY'S SPEECH to CROMWELI,
(SHAKESPEARE.) CROMWELL, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman Let's dry our eyes ; and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me must more be heard ; say then I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that which ruin'd me: Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels ; how can man then (The image of his maker) hope to win by't? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty, i Still in thy right-band carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not.. Let all the ends thou aim'st be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, o Cromwell, 'I hou fall'st a blessed martyr.
News-Tellers on the Death of ARTHUR.
. (SHAKESPEARE.) OLD men and beldames, in the streets, Do prophesy upon it dangerously : Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths; And, when they talk of him, they shake their heads, ! And whisper one another in the ear. And he that speaks doth gripe the hearer's wrist, Whilst he that hears makes fearful action. ' With wrinkled brows, with nods, with rolling eyes, I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a taylor's news, Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet, Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattled and rank'd in Kent. . Another lean, unwash'd artificer Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death,
Cassius in CONTEMPT of CÆSAR.
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ;
AMBITION, COVERED with SPECIOUS HUMILITY.
But 'tis a common proof,
Against the Fear of DEATH.
ANTHONY'S FUNERAL ORATION upon CÆSAR.