It's no in titles or in rank; To make us truly blest: If happiness hae not her seat And centre in the breast, Nae treasures, nor pleasures, FAITH. BURNS. BETTER trust all, and be deceived, And weep that trust and that deceiv ing, Than doubt one heart that if be lieved Had blessed one's life with true believing. Oh! in this mocking world too fast The doubting fiend o'ertakes our youth; Better be cheated to the last Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee And still it might; and yet it may again, If thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive, And case thy reputation in thy tent; Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late, Made emulous missions 'mongst the gods themselves, And drave great Mars to faction. SHAKSPEARE ANTONY AND THE SOOTHSAYER. Antony. Say to me, Whose fortunes shall rise higher; Cæsar's, or mine? Soothsayer. Cæsar's. Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side: Thy daemon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable, Where Cæsar's is not; but near him, thy angel Becomes a Fear, as being o'erpowered; therefore Make space enough between you. Ant. Speak this no more. Soothsayer. To none but thee; no more, but when to thee. If thou dost play with him at any game, Thou art sure to lose; and of that natural luck, He beats thee 'gainst the odds; thy lustre thickens, When he shines by: I say again, thy |