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, 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. TALE XVI. THE CONFIDANT. ANNA was young and lovely-in her eye The liveliest tints her youthful face disclosed; And, at the distant hint or dark surmise, The blood into the mantling cheek would rise. In one whose looks were with such meaning fraught; It was her painful office to attend. VOL. III. Y Her duties here were of the usual kind- She play'd at whist, but with inferior skill, The lady's tales with anxious looks she heard, Hate whom she hated, whom she loved must love; And show'd her pleasure was a power to please. Above a servant, but with service more: Men on her face with careless freedom gazed, A wealthy few to gain her favour tried, |