DECLARATION - PROPOSAL. Thou-thou hast metamorphos'd me; War with good counsel, set the world at nought, Helen, I love thee; by my life I do : SHAKSPEARE. I swear by that, which I will lose for thee, SHAKSPEARE Perdition seize my soul, but I do love thee! SHAKSPEARE. On your hand, that pure altar, I vow, Though I've look'd, and have lik'd, and have left,-That I never have loved till now! I know thou doom'st me to despair, M. G. LEWIS. BURNS. By day or night, in weal or wo, Must bear the love it cannot show, And, silent, ache for thee. BYRON DEFIANCE. I court others in verse, but I love thee in prose, Why should I blush to own I love ?— "Tis love that rules the realms above; Why should I blush to say to all, That virtue holds my heart in thrall? PRIOR DEFIANCE. I do defy him, and spit at him; HENRY KIRK WHITE. Call him—a slanderous coward, and a villain. SHAKSPEARE. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? SHAKSPEARE. Torture thou may'st, but thou shalt ne'er despise me; The groans that issue, or the tears that fall; They disobey me ;-on the rack I scorn thee! He halts, and turns with clenched hand, Come one, come all-this rock shall fly YOUNG. SCOTT's Marmion, SCOTT's Marmion 186 186 DELAY-PROCRASTINATION. DELAY - PROCRASTINATION. O, my good lord, that comfort comes too late: That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me; SHAKSPEARE. Your gift is princely, but it comes too late, SUCKLING. Shun delays, they breed remorse; Take thy time, while time is lent thee; Fly their fault, lest thou repent thee. Be wise to-day: 't is madness to defer; SOUTHWELL. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts Procrastination is the thief of time: YOUNG'S Night Thoughts Think not to-morrow still shall be your care; Alas! to-morrow like to-day will fare. GIFFORD'S Perseus. DELICACY. Oh! how many deeds Of deathless virtue, and immortal crime, I will do this to-morrow! LORD JOHN RUSSELL. 197 DELICACY. Like the lily, That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd, I'll hang my head, and perish. SHAKSPEARE. Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, Her eye may grow dim, and her cheek may grow pale, Love's lights have fled from her eye and her cheek, 188 DESIGN-INTENTION - DESPAIR. I dare not think, thou lovely maid, Sure, life and love must stay with thee, MRS. CHILD. DESIGN-INTENTION. I do believe you think what now you speak, Which now, like fruits unripe, sticks on the tree, He that intends well, yet deprives himself SHAKSPEARE. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. When any great designs thou dost intend, DENHAM. When men's intents are wicked, their guilt haunts them, them. Honest designs Justly resemble our devotions, Which we must pay, and wait for the reward. MIDDLETON. SIR R. HOWARD. DESPAIR. It were all one, That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it. SHAKSPEARE |