Claim; and I--nay!--but give me leave--and I Insist--a man--that is--and in reply, I speak,"--Alas! each new attempt was vain: Confused he stood, he sate, he rose again; At length he growl'd defiance, sought the door, Cursed the whole synod, and was seen no more. "Laud we," said Justice Bolt, "the Powers above: Thus could our speech the sturdiest foe remove." Exulting now, he gain'd new strength of fame, And lost all feelings of defeat and shame. "He dared not strive, you witness'd--dared not lift His voice, nor drive at his accursed drift: So all shall tremble, wretches who oppose Our Church or State--thus be it to our foes." He spoke, and, seated with his former air, Look'd his full self, and fill'd his ample chair; Took one full bumper to each favourite cause, And dwelt all night on politics and laws, With high applauding voice, that gain'd him high applause. TALE II. THE PARTING HOUR. . . . . I did not take my leave of him, but had Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him How I would think of him, at certain hours Such thoughts and such;--or ere I could Give him that parting kiss, which I had set Betwixt two charming words--comes in my father. SHAKESPEARE, Cymbeline. Grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures o'er my face. Comedy of Errors. Oh! if thou be the same Egean, speak, And speak unto the same Emilia. Comedy of Errors. I ran it through, ev'n from my boyish days To the very moment that she bade me tell it, Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field Of being taken by the insolent foe, And sold to slavery. Othello. An old man, broken with the storms of fate, Is come to lay his weary bones among you: Give him a little earth for charity. Henry VIII. ------------------