" YET there's one scruple with which I am much
Perplexed and troubled, which I know you can
Resolve me of. " J ESUIT :
" What is't? " Vitelli :
" This, Sir, my bride,
Whom I first courted and then won, not with
Loose lays, poor flatteries, apish compliments,
But sacred and religious zeal, yet wants
The holy badge that should proclaim her fit
For these celestial nuptials: willing she is,
I know, to wear it as the choicest jewel,
On her fair forehead; but to you that well

From Remorse, Act III, Scene I, LL. 69-82

Hear, sweet spirit, hear the spell,
Lest a blacker charm compel!
So shall the midnight breezes swell
With thy deep long-lingering knell.

And at evening evermore,
In a Chapel on the shore,
Shall the Chaunters sad and saintly,
Yellow tapers burning faintly,
Doleful Masses chaunt for thee,
Miserere Domine!

Hush! the cadence dies away
On the quiet moonlight sea:
The boatmen rest their oars and say,

Old Venerable Jeph

Yet Ostia boasts of her regeneration,
And tells us wondrous tales of reformation:
How against vice she has been so severe,
That none but Men of Quality may swear:
How public lewdness is expelled the nation,
That private whoring may be more in fashion;
How parish magistrates, like pious elves,
Let none be drunk a Sundays but themselves,
And hackney coachmen durst not ply the street
In sermon-time, till they had paid the state.
These, Ostia, are the shams of reformation

The London Sheriffs

Search all the Christian climes from pole to pole,
And match for sheriffs Sweetapple and Cole;
Equal in character and dignity,
This famed for justice, that for modesty:
By merit chosen for the chair of state,
This fit for Bridewell, that for Billingsgate;
That richly clad to grace the gaudy day
For which his father's creditors must pay:
This from the fluxing bagnio just dismissed,
Rides out to make himself the city jest.
From some lascivious dish-clout to the chair,

No city in the spacious universe
Boasts of religion more, or minds it less;
Of reformation talks and government,
Backed with an hundred Acts of Parliament,
Those useless scarecrows of neglected laws,
That miss th' effect by missing first the cause:
Thy magistrates, who should reform the town,
Punish the poor men's faults, but hide their own;
Suppress the players' booths in Smithfield Fair,
But leave the Cloisters, for their wives are there,
Where all the scenes of lewdness do appear.
Satire, the arts and mysteries forbear,

Driven in by autumn's sharpening air
From half-stripped woods and pastures bare,
Brisk Robin seeks a kindlier home:
Not like a beggar is he come,
But enters as a looked-for guest,
Confiding in his ruddy breast,
As if it were a natural shield
Charged with a blazon on the field,
Due to that good and pious deed
Of which we in the Ballad read.
But pensive fancies putting by,
And wild-wood sorrows, speedily
He plays the expert ventriloquist;
And, caught by glimpses now--now missed,
Puzzles the listener with a doubt

"I heard a cow low, a bonnie cow low,
And a cow low down in yon glen:
Lang, lang will my young son greet
Or his mither bid him come ben!

"I heard a cow low, a bonnie cow low,
And a cow low down in yon fauld:
Lang, lang will my young son greet
Or his mither take him frae cauld!'

I heard a cow low, a bonnie cow low,
An a cow low down in yon glen;
Lang, lang will my young son greet
Or his mither bid him come ben.

I heard a cow low, a bonnie cow low,
An a cow low down in yon fauld;
Lang, lang will my young son greet
Or his mither take him frae cauld.


. . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . .
Waken, Queen of Elfan,
An hear your nourice moan."

" O moan ye for your meat,
Or moan ye for your fee.
Or moan ye for the ither bounties
That ladies are wont to gie?"

Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee
Our love and toil in the years to be;
When we are grown and take our place
As men and women with our race.

Father in Heaven who lovest all,
Oh, help Thy children when they call;
That they may build from age to age
An undefiled heritage.

Teach us to bear the yoke in youth,
With steadfastness and careful truth;
That, in our time, Thy Grace may give
The Truth whereby the Nations live.

Teach us to rule ourselves alway,
Controlled and cleanly night and day;

When first by Eden Tree
The Four Great Rivers ran,
To each was appointed a Man
Her Prince and Ruler to be.

But after this was ordained
(The ancient legends tell),
There came dark Israel,
For whom no River remained.

Then He Whom the Rivers obey
Said to him: " Fling on the ground
A handful of yellow clay,
And a Fifth Great River shall run,
Mightier than these Four,
In secret the Earth around;
And Her secret evermore,
Shall be shown to thee and thy Race. "

So it was said and done.