By field and by fell, and by mountain gorge,
Shone Hyacinths blue and clear.
Here hyacinths of heavenly blue
Shook their rich tresses to the morn.
If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft,
And from thy slender store two loaves alone to thee are left,
Sell one, and with the dole
Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.
And the hyacinth purple, and white, and blue,
Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew
Of music so delicate, soft, and intense,
It was felt like an odour within the sense.
HYPOCRISY
(See also Deceit)
And the veil
Spun from the cobweb fashion of the times,
To hide the feeling heart?
Saint abroad, and a devil at home.
Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant
Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn
Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt,
Not practise!
Be hypocritical, be cautious, be
Not what you seem but always what you see.
And prate and preach about what others prove,
As if the world and they were hand and glove.
A hypocrite is in himself both the archer and the mark, in all actions shooting at his own praise or profit.
Thus 'tis with all; their chief and constant care
Is to seem everything but what they are.
When a man puts on a Character he is a stranger to, there's as much difference between what he appears, and what he is really in himself, as there is between a Vizor and a Face.
Some hypocrites and seeming mortified men, that held down their heads, were like the little images that they place in the very bowing of the vaults of churches, that look as if they held up the church, but are but puppets.
L'hypocrisie est un hommage que le vice rend a la vertu.
Hypocrisy is the homage which vice renders to virtue.
For neither man nor angel can discern
Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks
Invisible, except to God alone,
By his permissive will, through heav'n and earth.
He was a man
Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven
To serve the Devil in.
Constant at Church and 'Change; his gains were
sure;
His givings rare, save farthings to the poor.
Thou hast prevaricated with thy friend,
By underhand contrivances undone me: And while my open nature trusted in thee, Thou hast stept in between me and my hopes, And ravish'd from me all my soul held dear. Thou hast betray'd me.</poem>
Not he who scorns the Saviour's yoke
Should wear his cross upon the heart.
'Tis too much proved—that with devotion's visage
And pious action we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none;
My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show;
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 7. L. 81.
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue,
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He liv'd from all attainder of suspect.
Richard III. Act III. Sc. 5. L. 29.
O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave?
