See from the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings;
Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound,
Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
Windsor Forest. A. POPE.
But as some muskets so contrive it,
As oft to miss the mark they drive at,
And though well aimed at duck or plover,
Bear wide, and kick their owners over.
McFingal, Canto I. J. TRUMBULL.
HYPOCRISY.
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!
Don Juan, Canto X. LORD BYRON.
For neither man nor angel can discern
Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks
Invisible, except to God alone,
By his permissive will, through heaven and earth.
Paradise Lost, Bk. III. MILTON.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show;
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Macbeth, Act i. Sc. 7. SHAKESPEARE.
O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave?
Romeo and Juliet, Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant
Can tickle where she wounds!
Cymbeline, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
She that asks
Her dear five hundred friends, contemns them all,
And hates their coming.
The Task, Bk. II. W. COWPER.
He seemed
For dignity composed and high exploit:
But all was false and hollow.
Paradise Lost, Bk. II. MILTON.
He was a man
Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven
To serve the Devil in.
Course of Time, Bk. VIII R. POLLOK.