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Should my heart be grieved or pined 'Cause I see a woman kind?
Or a well disposèd nature
If she be not so to me,
Shall a woman's virtues move
What care I how good she be?
'Cause her fortune seem too high, Shall I play the fool and die? Those that bear a noble mind,
Where they want of riches find,
Think what with them they would do,
And unless that mind I see,
Great or good, or kind, or fair,
For if she be not for me
THE TONE OF LOVE.
(See Tone Drill No. 132.)
[The tone of Love manifests the most intense regard. It is more impulsive than Affection, in its strongest forms showing a reckless abandon. There is usually in it a tinge of cooing and coaxing.]
Come in the evening, or come in the morning;
Come when you're looked for, or come without warning;
And the oftener you come here the more I'll adore you!
I'll pull you sweet flowers to wear if you choose them,
We'll look through the trees at the cliff and the eyrie;
So come in the evening, or come in the morning;
And the oftener you come the more I'll adore you!
Two lovers by a moss-grown spring:
O love's blest prime!
Two wedded from the portal stept;
O tender pride!
Two faces o'er a cradle bent:
Two hands above the head were locked;
These pressed each other while they rocked,
O solemn hour!
O hidden power!
Two parents by the evening fire:
Like buds upon the lily spire.
O patient life!
O tender strife!
The two still sat together there,
The red light shone about their knees;
O vanished past!
The red light shone upon the floor
And made the space between them wide;
Their pale cheeks joined, and said, "Once more!"
O past that is!
Romeo to Juliet.
Soft! what light through yonder window breaks!
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid are far more fair than she:
It is my lady; O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing: what of that?
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Romeo and Juliet, ii., 2.
TONE OF CONTEMPT.
(See Tone Drill No. 54.)
[The tone of Contempt denotes that the person or thing is felt to be unworthy. It says, "You are beneath me, "I scorn you,' "It disgusts. In its mildest form it is linked with indifference, in the more intense forms it partakes of loathing.]
The coalition! The coalition! Ay, "the murdered coalition!" The gentleman asks if I were led or frighted into this debate by the spectre of the coalition. "Was it the ghost of the murdered coalition," he exclaims, "which haunted the member from Massachusetts, and which, like the ghost of Banquo, would never down?" "The murdered coalition!"