Where they have judged severely, can retract. Oft have I smil’d, when I beheld her pass With cautious step, as if she hurt the grass; Where if a snail’s retreat she chanced to storm, She look’d as begging pardon of the worm; And what, said I, still laughing at the view, Have these weak creatures in the world to do? 420 But some are made for action, some to speak; } And, while she looks so pitiful and meek, } Her words are weighty, though her nerves are weak.” } Soon told the village-bells the rite was done, That join’d the school-bred miss and farmer’s son; Her former habits some slight scandal raised, But real worth was soon perceived and praised; She, her neat taste imparted to the farm, And he, th’ improving skill and vigorous arm. TALE VIII. _THE MOTHER._ What though you have beauty, Must you be therefore proud and pitiless? _As You Like It_, Act III. Scene 5. I would not marry her, though she were endow’d with all that Adam had left him before he transgress’d. _Much Ado about Nothing_, Act II. Scene 1. Wilt thou love such a woman? What! to make thee an instrument, and play false strains upon thee!--Not to be endured. _As You Like It_, Act IV. Scene 3. Your son, As mad in folly, lack’d the sense to know Her estimation [home]. _All’s Well that Ends Well_, Act V, Scene 3. He [lost] a wife . . . whose words all ears took captive, Whose dear perfection, hearts that scorn’d to serve Humbly call’d mistress. . . . Be this sweet Helen’s knell. _All’s Well that Ends Well_, Act V. Scene 3. TALE VIII. _THE MOTHER._