Tales eBook

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Then she plots, then she ruminates, then she devises; and what they think in their hearts they may effect, they will break their hearts but they will effect. 
                                Shakespeare, Merry Wives of Windsor.

She hath spoken that she should not, I am sure of that; Heaven knows what she hath known. 

Our house is hell, and thou a merry devil. 
                       Merchant of Venice.

And yet, for aught I see, they are as sick that surfeit of too much, as they that starve with nothing; it is no mean happiness, therefore, to be seated in the mean. 
                                                  Merchant of


A Vicar died and left his Daughter poor —
It hurt her not, she was not rich before: 
Her humble share of worldly goods she sold,
Paid every debt, and then her fortune told;
And found, with youth and beauty, hope and health,
Two hundred guineas was her worldly wealth;
It then remain’d to choose her path in life,
And first, said Jesse, “Shall I be a wife? —
Colin is mild and civil, kind and just,
I know his love, his temper I can trust;
But small his farm, it asks perpetual care,
And we must toil as well as trouble share: 
True, he was taught in all the gentle arts
That raise the soul and soften human hearts;
And boasts a parent, who deserves to shine
In higher class, and I could wish her mine;
Nor wants he will his station to improve,
A just ambition waked by faithful love;
Still is he poor—­and here my Father’s Friend
Deigns for his Daughter, as her own, to send: 
A worthy lady, who it seems has known
A world of griefs and troubles of her own: 
I was an infant when she came a guest
Beneath my father’s humble roof to rest;
Her kindred all unfeeling, vast her woes,
Such her complaint, and there she found repose;
Enrich’d by fortune, now she nobly lives,
And nobly, from the bless’d abundance, gives;
The grief, the want, of human life she knows,
And comfort there and here relief bestows: 
But are they not dependants?—­Foolish pride! 
Am I not honour’d by such friend and guide? 
Have I a home” (here Jesse dropp’d a tear),
“Or friend beside?”—­A faithful friend was near. 
   Now Colin came, at length resolved to lay
His heart before her, and to urge her stay: 
True, his own plough the gentle Colin drove,
An humble farmer with aspiring love;
Who, urged by passion, never dared till now,
Thus urged by fears, his trembling hopes avow: 
Her father’s glebe he managed; every year
The grateful Vicar held the youth more dear;
He saw indeed the prize in Colin’s view,
And wish’d his Jesse with a man so true: 
Timid as true, he urged with anxious air
His tender hope, and made the trembling prayer,

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