This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1825 Excerpt: ...For so he calls me: Now I feed myself With most delicious poison:--Think on me, That am with Phoehus' amorous pinches hlttck, And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar, When thou wast here above the ground, I was A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey Would stand, and make his eyes grow in my hrow; There would he anchor his aspect, and die With looking on his life. ACT II.. THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES. We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit, By losing of our prayers, DESCRIPTION OF CLEOPATRA SAILING DOWN THE CYDNUS. The harge she sat in, like a hurnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was heaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they heat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes For her own person, It heggar'd all description: she did lie In her pavilion (cloth of gold, of tissue), O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see, The fancy out-work nature: on each side her, Stood pretty dimpled hoys, like smiling Cupids, With diverse-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, And what they undid, did. Agr. O, rare for Antony! Etio. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many meianaids, tended her i'the eyes, And made their hends adornings: at the helm A seeming mermaid steers; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame t the office. From the harge A strange invisihle perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her; and Antony, Enthroned in the market-place, did sit alone, "Whistling to the air; which, hut for vac...