Their brains lie with their tailors, and get babies To all the moral virtues, that first greets The light with a new fashion; which becomes them, K. Henry. No question they much wrong their real worth But they have faults, and we more; they foolish proud, We proud, that they are proud of foolery, Holding our worth more complete for their vaunts. Chapman's Bussy D'Ambois. A SOLDIER'S FALL. As in Arden I have seen an oak Long shook with tempests, and his lofty top 'Gainst the sole soldier of the world, Navarre.- Id. A SPARKLING PORTRAIT. Gilbert. What said you, Grime? Grime. I say, Sir Gilbert, looking on my daughter,sona I curse the hour that ere I got the girt: For, sir, she may have many wealthy suitors, And yet she disdains them all, to have que Poor George a Greene unto her husband.eg Bonfield. On that, good Grime, I'm talking to your daughter; But she, in quirks and quiddities of loves Sets me to school, she is so overwise.c But, gentle girl, if thou'lt forsake this Pinner And be my love, I will advance three high. To dignify those hairs of amber hue, I'll grace them with a chaplet made of pearl, Set with choice rubies, sparks, and diamonds, planted: Upon a velvet hood, to hide that head, Wherein two sapphires burn like sparkling fire. This will I do, fair Bettris, and far more, If thou wilt love the lord of Doncaster. Bettris. Heigh ho! my heart is in a higher place. George a Greene, or the Pinner of Wakefield.Anonymous. A FOOL IN PROSPECT. Isabella, Good father! Fabritio. Tell not me of tongues and rumours. Not so hid neither, Livia. Middleton's Women Beware Women. LOVE SHOULD NOT BE LACHRYMOSE, Ca Faith, daughter, you're to blame. You take the course What cause have you to weep? would I'd no more, Why should those tears be fetch'd forth! cannot love But it must see her face still in a fountain? It shews like a country maid dressing her head VANITY. Mother How like you it, daughter? Bianca. 'Tis a noble state! When he, perhaps, good careful gentleman, Is at his own intentions, and his object Only the public good.-Id. MAKING UP. Isabella Prithee forgive me; I did but chide in jest: the best loves use it wood edt When we invite our best friends to a feast, 'Tis not all sweetness that we set before them ; 100 There's somewhat sharp and salt, both to whet appetite, A kiss tastes wondrous well, and futt of the grape How th thou? does it not? (Kisses him.)—Id. A SWEET VOICE ILL APPRECIATED. Methinks now such a voice to such a husband, Is like a jewel of unvalued worth Hung at a fool's ear.-Id. AN UNLAWFUL LOVER OBLIGED TO COMMEND HIS MISTRESS TO A BRIDEGROOM. ▲ HUSBAND SCORNED BY A WIFE WHO HAS LEFT HIM TO LIVE WITH A PRINCE, With what a cruel pride The glory of her sin strikes bye my afflictions! Ia. HIS FEELINGS AT HER DESERTION OF HIM. Hast thou left me then, Bianca, utterly? And save the faith of woman. I ne'er felt Of greater weight than youth was made to bear; Were fall'n upon man here: so new it is To flesh and blood; so strange, so insupportable: A torment e'en mistook, as if a body Whose death were drowning, must needs therefore suffer it Livia. Sweet sir! Leantio (without noticing her). As long as mine eye saw thee, Lio. Sir! Lean. (without noticing her.) Canst thou forget The dear pains my love took? How it has watched ORTHODOXY. Cromwell. My lord, yet grant one suit unto us all; Rochester. This old iniquity, this heretic, I am neither heretic nor puritan, but of the old church. I'll swear, drink ale, kiss a wench, go to mass, eat fish all Lent, and fast Fridays with cakes and wine, fruit and spicery; shrive me of my sins afore Easter, and begin new before Whitsuntide. Crom. A merry mad-conceited knave, my lord. Har. That knave was simply put upon the bishop. For I in charity wish his soul no hurt. Sir John Oldcastle.--Anonymous. THE INDICATOR'S FAREWELL. It was the Editor's intention to reserve the above passages and other extracts for the purpose mentioned a few weeks ago, that of filling up his paper when matter was wanting; but a premature return to his work in general, has brought on such a return of his illness, as compels him, with great reluctance, to give up the paper itself; and here, accordingly, the Indicator takes leave of his readers. He is still recovering; but so slowly, and with so much necessity to be careful, that it would be weakness in him to keep hovering in this manner over a his task which he cannot properly pursue, He must complete the repose which was already doing him so much good: but he takes it only in the hope of being able to renew his labours, if not in this shape, in others.-Pleasures he should rather call them, for they are so even when pains and harms. The truth is, his pains have been so literally his pleasures, that although he has not written half what he reasonably might, nor attended a twentieth part as he ought to dispatch and punctuality, yet he has not put enough of his own rural doctrines in practice. He has suffered his imagination to take too many walks for him instead of his legs; has made book-journies about Vaucluse and Hymettus, to the neglect of his much-injured suburbs; and instead of a dozen retreats or so at intervals, which might have saved him the necessity of making these effeminate excuses, has now to keep a holiday of unwilling length and very equivocal pleasure.-Upon casting eye back upon the numbers of the Indicator, he has little to say but to thank his readers, his correspondents, his defenders, his users, who were always welcome when they were not afraid of being so, and his abusers, who in some instances have also thought fit to be his imiWhat he has written at any time, was at least written sincerely. He has generally had to perform his task without books, often with little comfort but the performance, always in the midst of a struggle of some sort; but if the mention of this is a vanity as well as an excuse, it may serve also to shew how much the cultivation of a natural chearfulness can do for the entertainment of itself and others, and what riches there must be in that ordinary world about us, whose veriest twigs and common-places want but the look of one's own eye to act upon them as a sunshine. If the Indicator has found some honey in places more barren than was expected, it is surely neither his fault nor theirs; nor will he make an apology for what is perhaps, at last, his only merit. To use a phrase of Cowley's, it would be very "unbirdly" of him. tators. And now, returning to his own shape again, though retaining his birdly propensities, he shakes hands at parting with all his readers male, and gives a kiss on the cheek,-nonsense!-on the mouth, to all his fair readers, who have ever had faith in the good intentions of LEIGH HUNT. TO CORRESPONDENTS. The Editor need not excuse himself on this occasion to the various Correspon dents whose commuuications he intended to notice; but he is very sorry to part with some of them.-Will A. A. be good enough to mention some place to which a few books can be sent her by and by? Printed and published by JOSEPH APPLEYARD, No. 19, Catherine-street, Strand. Price 2d. And sold also by A. GLIDDON, Importer of Snuffs, No. 31, Tavistockstreet, Covent-garden. Orders received at the above places, and by all Booksellers.and Newsmen, |