LXXXII. ANTICIPATION. OW it belongs not to my care To love and serve Thee is my share, Christ leads me through no darker rooms He that unto God's kingdom comes, Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Then I shall end my sad complaints, And join with those triumphant saints My knowledge of that life is small, But 't is enough that Christ knows all, R. Baxter. LXXXIII. EAK is the will of Man, his judgment blind; Remembrance persecutes, and Hope betrays; Heavy is woe;-and joy, for human kind, A mournful thing, so transient is the blaze!' Thus might he paint our lot of mortal days Who wants the glorious faculty assigned To elevate the more-than-reasoning Mind, 'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower LXXXIV. RETRIBUTION. H righteous doom, that they who make Ordering the whole life for its sake, While they who bid stern Duty lead, Content to follow, they Of Duty only taking heed, R. C. Trench. LXXXV. A FUNERAL HYMN. E left his home with a bounding heart, Such bright sunbeams came o'er him. Might not weigh with the hopes that crowned them. That mother's cheek is far paler now There's an added gloom on that father's brow He left his home with a swelling sail, He should have died in his own loved land Then why repine? Can he feel the rays A. Watts. Cas. LXXXVI. JULIUS CÆSAR. ACT I. SCENE I.-Rome. A Public Place. BRUTUS and CASSIUS. RUTUS, I do observe you now of late : I have not from your eyes that gentleness And show of love as I was wont to have: You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you. Bru. Cassius, Be not deceived: if I have veiled my look, I turn the trouble of my countenance Of late with passions of some difference, Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviours ; Nor construe any further my neglect, Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets the shows of love to other men. Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion : By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Bru. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things. Cas. 'Tis just : And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no such mirrors as will turn Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me? Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear : That of yourself which you yet know not of. To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. [Flourish, and shout. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Choose Cæsar for their king. Cas. Ay, do you fear it? Then must I think you would not have it so. Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well. What is it that you would impart to me? Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, For let the gods so speed me as I love The name of honour more than I fear death. In awe of such a thing as I myself. |