TICKELL.
DECEIT.
An evil soul producing holy witness
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek;
A goodly apple rotten at the heart:
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
_Merchant of Venice, Act i. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.
A man I knew who lived upon a smile,
And well it fed him; he looked plump and fair.
While rankest venom foamed through every vein.
_Night Thoughts, Night VIII_. DR. E. YOUNG.
The world is still deceived with ornament,
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,
But, being seasoned with a gracious voice,
Obscures the show of evil? In religion,
What damned error, but some sober brow
Will bless it and approve it with a text,
Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
_Merchant of Venice, Act iii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.
Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world
But those who slide along the grassy sod.
And sting the luckless foot that presses them?
There are who in the path of social life
Do bask their spotted skins in Fortune's sun,
And sting the soul.
_De Montford, Act i. Sc. 2_. J. BAILLIE.
Hateful to me as are the gates of hell,
Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart,
Utters another.
_The Iliad, Bk. IX_. HOMER. _Trans. of_ BRYANT.
Oh, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
And with a virtuous vizard hide foul guile!
_K.
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