Or 'gainst the rugged bark of some broad elm Leans her unpillowed head, fraught with sad fears. What if in wild amazement and affright? Or, while we speak, within the direful grasp Of savage Hunger, or of savage Heat? ELDER BROTHER. Peace, brother! be not over-exquisite To cast the fashion of uncertain evils; For grant they be so, while they rest unknown, Or if they be but false alarms of fear, I do not think my sister so to seek, Or so unprincipled in Virtue's book, And the sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever, As that the single want of light and noise (Not being in danger, as I trust she is not) Could stir the constant mood of her calm thoughts, And put them into misbecoming plight. Virtue could see to do what Virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retiréd Solitude, Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impaired. May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day; But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts, COMUS. Imports their loss, beside the present need? LADY. No less than if I should my brothers lose. COMUS. Were they of manly prime, or youthful bloom? LADY. As smooth as Hebe's their unrazored lips. COMUS. Two such I saw, what time the laboured ox In his loose traces from the furrow came, And the swinkt 10 hedger at his supper sat ; |