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Who to a miglity lengtli hast spun thy thread; Safe from all dangers, to the grave goest down Ingloriously, because thou art unknown. WHO TO A MIGHTY LENGTH HAS SPUN THY THREAD SAVE FROM ALL DANGERS TO THE GRAVE GOEST DOWN INGLORIOUSLY BECAUSE THOU ART UNKNOWN
ding lawyer's happy at the bar ; But the scene openmg shows a civil war. For the good man hath a domestic strife, He's slave to that imperious creature, wife. Scolding without doors doth to him belong, But she within them doth claim all the tongue. Pecked by his female tyrant liim I see. Whilst from this grievance I mj'self am free. These are the secret stings Λvllich are inseparable from honor, riches, and dominion, and which are unknoAvn to the vulgar, because a counterfeit lustre dazzleth their sight. All pleasant things Atrides doth adorn ; The merry genius smiled when he was born.* And they compute this happiness from his great stores of ammunition, his variety of managed horses, and his bat- talions of disciplined men. But an inward voice of sorrow seems to silence all this ostentation with mournful accents : — Jove in a deep affliction did him plunge.t Observe this likewise : — * II. 111. 182. t H• II. 111. 152 OF THE TRANQUILLITY OF THE MIND. Old man, I reverence thy aged head. F YOU HATH HIS PARTICULAR PLAGUE AND MY WIFE IS MINE AND HE IS VERY HAPPY WHO HATH THIS ONLY THE PLEADING LAWYER IS HAPPY AT THE BAR BUT THE SEEN OPENING CHOSE A CIVIL WAR FOR THE GOOD MAN HATH A DOMESTIC STRIFE HE'S A SLAVE TO THAT IMPERIOUS CREATURE WIFE SCOLDING WITH OUTDOORS DOTH TO HIM BELONG BUT SHE WITHIN THEM DOTH CLAIM ALL THE TONGUE PECKED BY HIS FEMALE TYRANTS HIM I SEE WHILST FROM THIS GRIEVANCE I MYSELF AM FREE THESE ARE THE SECRET STINGS WHICH ARE INSEPARABLE FROM HONOUR RICHES AND DOMINION AND WHICH ARE UNKNOWN TO THE VULGAR BECAUSE A COUNTERFEIT LUSTRE DAZZLETH THEIR SIGHT ALL PLEASANT THINGS ATTRITESE DOTH ADORN THE MERRY GENIUS SMILED WHEN HE WAS BORN AND THEY COMPUTE THIS HAPPINESS FROM HIS GREAT STORES OF AMMUNITION HIS VARIETY OF MANAGED HORSES AND HIS BATTALIONS OF DISCIPLINED MEN BUT AN INWARD VOICE OF SORROW SEEMS TO SILENCE ALL THIS OSTENTATION WITH MOURNFUL ACCENTS JOVE IN A DEEP AFFLICTION DID HIM PLUNGE OBSERVE THIS LIKEWISE OLD MAN I REVERENCE THY AGED HEAD
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