Surprise and Astonishment, GONE to be married, gone to swear a peace! Be well advis'd, tell o'er thy tale again: It cannot be thou dost but say 'tis so. What means that hand upon that breast of thine? Sir Richard, what think you? Have you beheld, 'That ever wall-ey'd Wrath, or starving Rage, Pride. YOUR grace shall pardon me, I will not back; Or useful serving-man and instrument After young Arthur, claim this land for mine; And now, it is half conquered, must I back, Because that John hath made his peace with Rome? Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome borne, What men provided, what munition sent, To under-prop this action? Is't not I That undergo this charge? Who else but 1, I will oppose his fate. Our force by land Hath nobly held our sever'd navy, too, Have knit again, and fleet, threat'ning most sea-like. Where hast thou been, my heart? Dost thou hear, lady? If from the field I should return once more, I will appear in blood; I and my sword will earn my chronicle; I will be treble-sinew'd, hearted, breath'd, Show me what thou'lt do; Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyselff Woo't drink up esii; eat a crocodile? I'll do't-Do'st thou come here to whine, To outface me with leaping in her grave? And if thou prate of mountains, let them throw I'll rant as well as thou. Perplexity. YES;-'tis Emilia :-by and by.-She's dead. Vexation. O WHAT a rogue and peasant slave am I ! But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, Peevishness. Troi. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with me! Pan. Because she's akin to me therefore, she's not so fair as Helen; an she were not kin to me, she would be as fair on Friday as Helen is on Sunday. But what care I? I care not an she were a blackamoor, 'tis all one to me. Troi. Say I she is not fair? Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's a fool to stay behind her father: let her to the Greeks-and so I'll tell her the next time I see her-for my part, I'll meddle nor make no more i' th' matter. Troi. Pandarus Pan. Not I. Troi. Sweet Pandarus Pan. Pray you speak no more to me--I will leave all as I found it-and there's an end. Malice. How like a fawning publican he looks! But more for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails Ev'n there where merchants mcst do congregate, How blest am I Jealousy. In my just censure! in my true opinion I The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known Columbia. COLUMBIA, Columbia, to glory arise; The queen of the world, and the child of the skies; Thy reign is the last, and the noblest of time, To conquest and slaughter let Europe aspire; A world is thy realm: for and glory attend. a world be thy laws, Enlarg'd as thine empire, and just as thy cause; On freedom's broad basis thy empire shall rise, Extend with the main, and dissolve with the skies. Fair science her gates to thy sons shall unbar, And the east see thy morn hide the beams of her star; New bards, and new sages, unrivalled shall soar To fame unextinguish'd, till time is no more. To thee, the last refuge of virtue design'd, Shall fly from all nations the best of mankind: Here, grateful to Heaven, with transport shall bring Their incense, more fragrant than odours of spring. Nor less shall thy fair ones to glory ascend, And genius and beauty in harmony blend; The graces of form shall awake pure desire, And the charms of the soul ever cherish the fire: Their sweetness unmingled, their manners refin'd, And virtue's bright image, instamp'd on the mind, With peace and soft rapture, shall teach life to glow, And light up a smile in the aspect of wo. Thy fleets to all regions thy power shall display, The nations admire, and the ocean obey; Each shore to thy glory its tribute unfold, And the east and the south yield their spices and gold. Thus, as down a lone valley, with cedars o'erspread, The queen of the world, and the child of the skies." Washington and Liberty. YE sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought, For those rights, which unstain'd from your sires had descended! May you long taste the blessings your valour has bought, And your sons reap the soil, which your fathers defended, While the fame of our arms, of our laws the mild sway, But let traitors be told, who their country have sold, That ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves, While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves. "Tis the fire of the flint each American warms: Then shou'd Rome's haughty victors beware of collision! Let them bring all the vassals of Europe in arms, We're a world by ourselves, and disdain a division! For ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves, Lo our mountains are crown'd with imperial oak, Whose deep roots, like our liberties, ages have nourish'd, But before our dear country submits to the yoke, Not a tree shall be left on the fields where it flourish'd. Should invasion impend, ev'ry grove would descend, From the hilltops they shaded, our shores to defend; For ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves, While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves. Let our patriots destroy anarch's pestilent worm, Lest our liberty's growth should be check'd by corrosion; And ne'er shall the sens of Columbia be slaves, Should the tempest of war overshadow our land, All its bolts could ne'er rend freedom's temple asunder; And repulse, with his breast, the assaults of its thunder! While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves. |