A WOLF, with hunger, fierce and bold, Had spread the toils, and watch'd the snare; By chance his foe's retreat he found. "Let us awhile the war suspend, And reason as from friend to friend." "A truce!" replies the Wolf. 'Tis done. The Dog the parley thus begun. "How can that strong intrepid mind Those jaws should prey on nobler food, An But a pretended friend is worse." 1 (1) As equivocation has been well termed a lie without the courage of it, seeing that it is a lie guarded, so the "acting a lie," as Robert Hall expressed it, shows the same tortuous spirit, with double the malignity. But of all lies, deception in pretended friendship, and an hypocritical assumption of honourable feeling, are the most destructive; for when detected, they impair man's opinion of virtue, by showing how close its counterfeit may come to it: this caused the poignancy of David's grief. (Ps. lv. 12.) But this should teach us that confidence is a plant of slow growth, and that according to the old proverb quoted by Aristotle, (Eth. b. viii. c. 4,) "it is impossible for men to know one another before they have eaten a stated quantity of salt together;" upon which remark Cicero's rule is founded, "Omnino amicitiæ, corroboratis jam confirmatisque, et ingeniis et ætatibus judicandæ sunt."-Cic. de Amicit. c. 20. LEST men suspect your tale untrue, Keep probability in view.1 The traveller leaping o'er those bounds, The credit of his book confounds. Who with his tongue hath armies routed, The flatter'd always take your word: Impossibilities seem just, They take the strongest praise on trust. (1) Vide Arist. Poet. ch. 15. (2) Which it is astonishing that Othello did not, when he recited his "traveller's tales" to Desdemona. (Vide Othello, Act I.) F Hyperboles, though ne'er so great, He lost his friends, his practice fail'd; For no one sent the second pay. He placed in view; resolved to please, All things were set, the hour was come, His pallet ready o'er his thumb; My Lord appear'd, and seated right, In proper attitude and light. The Painter look'd, he sketch'd the piece, Then dipt his pencil, talk'd of Greece, "Those eyes, my Lord, the spirit there (1) Truth, like the shower-bath, requires in most men, a preparative discipline before their nerves are rendered capable of bearing the shock of it. Might well a Raphael's hand require, The features, fraught with sense and wit, "Observe the work!"-My Lord replied My Lord examined it anew; Had he the real likeness shown, Would any man the picture own? But when thus happily he wrought, Each found the likeness in his thought.1 (1) See some admirable remarks upon the nature of vanity in Montaigne's Essays, p. 173, Hazlitt's ed.: also Arist. Ethics, b. iv. c. 7. The man who relies for his success, like the painter in the fable, upon the vanity of the world, draws upon a bank which never fails to honour such cheques at sight; for pride and self-love within the heart, hold common cause for its destruction with the falsehood and flattery of the world outside, and no man would ever be duped by another, except he had first played the knave to himself! |