But must himself the darling sin deny,

Change the whole heart-but here a heavy sigh

Proclaim'd, "How vast the toil! and ah! how weak am I!"

James too has trouble-he divided sees
A parish, once harmonious and at ease:
With him united are the simply meek,

The warm, the sad, the nervous, and the weak;
The rest his Uncle's, save the few beside,
Who own no doctrine, and obey no guide;
With stragglers of each adverse camp, who lend
Their aid to both, but each in turn offend.

Though zealous still, yet he begins to feel
The heat too fierce, that glows in vulgar zeal;
With pain he hears his simple friends relate
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.

VOL. II.

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?

Othello, Act III. Scene 3.

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?

1 Henry IV. Act II. Scene 3.

It is excellent

To have a giant's strength, but tyrannous
To use it as a giant.

Measure for Measure, Act II. Scene 2.