Their week's experience, and their woful state; With small temptation struggling every hour, And bravely battling with the tempting power: His native sense is hurt by strange complaints Of inward motions in these warring saints; Who never cast on sinful bait a look, But they perceive the devil at the hook: Grieved, yet compell'd to smile, he finds it hard Against the blunders of conceit to guard; He sighs to hear the jests his converts cause, He cannot give their erring zeal applause; But finds it inconsistent to condemn The flights and follies he has nursed in them: These, in opposing minds, contempt produce, Or mirth occasion, or provoke abuse; On each momentous theme disgrace they bring, And give to Scorn her poison and her sting. TALE XVI. THE CONFIDANT. Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicion? SHAKESPEARE, Othello. Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks, And given my treasure and my rights in thee To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy? Henry IV. It is excellent To have a giant's strength, but tyrannous To use it as a giant. Measure for Measure. ---------------------- Anna was young and lovely--in her eye The glance of beauty, in her cheek the dye: Her shape was slender, and her features small, But graceful, easy, unaffected all: The liveliest tints her youthful face disclosed; There beauty sparkled, and there health reposed; For the pure blood that flush'd that rosy cheek Spoke what the heart forbade the tongue to speak, And told the feelings of that heart as well, Nay, with more candour than the tongue could tell. Though this fair lass had with the wealthy dwelt, Yet like the damsel of the cot she felt; And, at the distant hint or dark surmise, The blood into the mantling cheek would rise. Now Anna's station frequent terrors wrought, In one whose looks were with such meaning fraught, For on a Lady, as an humble friend, It was her painful office to attend. Her duties here were of the usual kind - And some the body harass'd, some the mind: Billets she wrote, and tender stories read, To make the Lady sleepy in her bed; She play'd at whist, but with inferior skill, And heard the summons as a call to drill; Music was ever pleasant till she play'd At a request that no request convey'd; The Lady's tales with anxious looks she heard, For she must witness what her Friend averr'd; The Lady's taste she must in all approve, Hate whom she hated, whom she lov'd must love; These, with the various duties of her place, With care she studied, and perform'd with grace: She veil'd her troubles in a mask of ease, And show'd her pleasure was a power to please. Such were the damsel's duties: she was poor - Above a servant, but with service more: Men on her face with careless freedom gaz'd, Nor thought how painful was the glow they raised.