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 The warm, the sad, the nervous, and the weak; Though zealous still, yet he begins to feel But they perceive the Devil at the hook: 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, With fresh suspicion? Othello, Act III. Scene 3. Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks, 1 Henry IV. Act II. Scene 3. It is excellent To have a giant's strength, but tyrannous Measure for Measure, Act II. Scene 2. |