Look here upon this picture, and on this:
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers:
See, what a grace was seated on this brow;
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eyc, like Mars, to threaten or command;
A station, like the herald Mercury,
New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
A combination, and a form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man!
This was your husband.-Look you now what

follows;

There is your husband-like a mildew'd ear
Blasting his wholesome brother.

Shaks. Hamlet.

Marry! no, faith; husbands are like lots in
The lottery, you may draw forty blanks
Before find one that has any prize
you

In him; a husband generally is a
Careless domineering thing, that grows like
Coral; which as long as it is under water
Is soft and tender; but as soon

As it has got its branch above the waves
Is presently hard, stiff, not to be bow'd.

Marston.

Know then,

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As women owe a duty-so do men.
Men must be like the branch and bark to trees,
Which doth defend them from tempestuous rage;→
Clothe them in winter, tender them in age,
Or as ewes love unto their eanlings lives;
Such should be husbands' custom to their wives.
If it appears to them they've stray'd amiss,
They only must rebuke them with a kiss;
Or cluck them as hens' chickens, with kind cali,
Cover them under their wing, and pardon all.
Wilkins's Miseries of Enforced Marriage.

To all married men be this caution,
Which they should duly tender as their life,
Neither to doat too much, nor doubt a wife.
Massinger's Picture.

A narrow-minded husband is a thief
To his own fame, and his preferment too;
He shuts his parts and fortunes from the world;
While from the popular vote and knowledge,
Men rise to employment in the state.

Shirley's Lady of Pleasure

HYPOCRISY. (See also DECEIT.)
Thereto when needed, she could weep
and pray
And when she listed she could fawn and flatter
Now smiling smoothly, like to summer's day,
Now glooming sadly, so to cloak her matter;
Yet were her words but wind, and all her tears
but water.
Spenser's Fairy Queen.

No man's condition is so base as his;
None more accurs'd than he: for man esteems
Him hateful, 'cause he seems not what he is:
God hates him, 'cause he is not what he seems;
What grief is absent, or what mischief can
Be added to the hate of God and man?

Quarles.

There is no vice so simple, but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
Shaks. Merchant of Venice.
How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear upon their chins
The beards of Hercules, and frowning Mars,
Who, inward search'd, have livers white as milk?
Shaks. Merchant of Venice.

If I do not put on a sober habit,
Talk with respect, and swear but now and then,
Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look demurely
Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine eyo

What are husbands? read the new world's won- Thus with my hat, and sigh, and say Amen;

ders,

Such husbands as this monstrous world produces,
And you will scarce find such deformities.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Rule a Wife.

Like one well studied in a sad ostent
To please his grandam, never trust me more
Shaks. Merchant of Venice

Use all the observance of civility,

And bay'd about with many enemies;
And some that smile, have in their hearts, I fear,
Millions of mischief.

Shaks. Julius Cæsar.
You vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,
When I am sure, you hate me in your hearts.

Doubtless the pleasure is as great
Of being cheated, as to cheat;
As lookers-on feel most delight,
That least perceive the juggler's sleight;
And still the less they understand,
The more th' admire his sleight of hand.
Butler's Hudibras.
Kings and priests are in a manner bound,
For reverence sake, to be close hypocrites.
'Tis only hidden from the vulgar view;
Yet to be secret, makes not sin the less;
Maintains indeed the reverence due to princes,
But not absolves the conscience from the crime.
Dryden's Amphytrion.

Next stood hypocrisy, with holy leer,
Soft smiling and demurely looking down,
But hid the dagger underneath the gown;
Th' assassinating wife, the household fiend,
And-far the blackest there the traitor fiend.
Dryden's Palamon and Arcite

Bartering his venal wit for sums of gold,
He cast himself into the saint-like mould;
Groan'd, sigh'd, and pray'd, while godliness was
gain,

Shaks. Midsummer Night's Dream. The loudest bag-pipe of the squeaking train.

Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum;
And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
Like rivers of remorse and innocency.

Dryden

They gave, and she transferr'd the curs'd advice, That monarchs should their inward soul disguise, Dissemble and command, be false and wise; Shaks. King John. By ignominious arts, for servile ends,

Should compliment their foes, and shun their
friends.
Prior's Soloman.

The theme divine at cards she 'll not forget,

But takes in texts of scripture at picquet;
In those licentious meetings acts the prude,
And thanks her Maker that her cards are good.
Young's Love of Fame.

Foul hypocrisy's so much the mode,
There is no knowing hearts from words and looks
Ev'n ruffians cant, and undermining knaves
Display a mimic openness of soul.

W. Shirley's Parricide.
Catius is ever moral, ever grave,
Thinks who endures a knave, is next a knave,
Save just at dinner-then prefers, no doubt,
A rogue with venison to a saint without.

Pope's Moral Essays.
To wear long faces, just as if our Maker,
The God of goodness, was an undertaker,
Well pleas'd to wrap the soul's unlucky mien
In sorrow's dismal crape or bombasin.
Dr. Wolcot's Peter Pindar.
How little do they see what is, who frame
Their hasty judgment upon that which seems!
Southey

Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world
But those who slide along the grassy sod,
And sting the luckless foot that presses them?
There are who in the path of social life
Do bask their spotted skins in fortune's sun,
And sting the soul.-Ay, till its healthful frame
Is chang'd to secret, fest'ring, sore discase,
So deadly is the wound.

Joanna Baillie's De Montford. Few men dare show their thoughts of worst or best;

Dissimulation always sets apart

A corner for herself; and therefore Fiction
Is that which passes with least contradiction.

Byron.

"Life's a poor play'r, then "play out the play,
Ye villains!" and above all keep a sharp eye
Much less on what you do than what you say:
Be hypocritical, be cautious, be

Not what you seem, but always what you see.

The hypocrite had left his mask, and stood
In naked ugliness. He was a man
Who stole the livery of the court of heaven
To serve the devil in.

Byron.

Pollock's Course of Time.
In sermon style he bought,

And sold, and lied; and salutations made
In scripture terms. He pray'd by quantity,
And with his repetitions long and loud,
All knees were weary.

Pollock's Course of Time.
On charitable lists,-those trumps which told
The public ear, who had in secret done
The poor a benefit, and half the alms
They told of, took themselves to keep them sounding,
He blazed his name.

See the issue of your sloth;

Of sloth comes pleasure, of pleasure comes riot,
Of riot comes disease, of disease comes spending
Of spending comes want, of want comes theft,
And of theft comes hanging.

Chapman, Jonson and Marston's Easward Hoe
The grey-ey'd morning braves me to my face,
And calls me sluggard.

Middleton's Family Love
Is there aught in sleep can charm the wise?
To lie in dead oblivion, losing half
The fleeting moments of too short a life;
Fatal extinction of the enlighten'd soul!

Pollock's Course of Time. Or else to fevering vanity alive,

Their friendship is a lurking snare,

Their honour but an idle breath,
Their smile, the smile that traitors wear,
Their love is hate, their life is death.

IDLENESS.

Wilder'd, and tossing through distemper'd dreams!
Who would in such a gloomy state remain
Longer than nature craves; when every muse
And every blooming pleasure wait without,
W. G. Simms. To bless the wildly devious morning walk?
Thomson's Seasons

From worldly cares himself he did esloin,
And greatly shunned manly exercise;
From every work he challenged essoin,
For contemplation sake: yet otherwise,
His life he led in lawless riotise

By which he grew to grievous malady

Spenser's Fairy Queen..

Pope

F in his lustless limbs through evil guise,
A shaking fever reign'd continually;
Such one was Idleness.