Laughter on feeing a shrewd Buffoon. A fool, a fool, I met a fool i'th' foreft, Who laid him down, and bafk'd him in the fun, Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags; Shakespeare's As You Like It. RAILLERY. Raillery without animofity, puts on the afpect of chearfulness; the countenance smiling, and the tone of voice fprightly. Rallying a Perfon for being melancholy. Let me play the fool With mirth and laughter; fo let wrinkles come, Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice By being peevish? I tell thee what, Anthonio, SNEER. Sneer is ironical approbation: where, with a voice and countenance of mirth fomewhat exaggerated, we caft the fevereft cenfures; it is hypocritical mirth and good humour, and differs from the real by the fly, arch, fatirical tone of voice, look, and gefture, that accompany it. Scoffing at fuppofed Cowardice. Satan beheld their plight, And to his mates thus in derifion call'd: O friends, why come not on those victors proud? And breast, (what could we more ?) propounded terms As they would dance: yet, for a dance, they feem'd Milton's Paradife Loft. JOY. A pleasing elation of mind, on the actual or affured attainment of good, or deliverance from evil, is called Joy. Joy, when moderate, opens the countenance with fmiles, and throws, as it were, a sunshine of delectation over the whole frame: When it is fudden and violent, it expreffes itself by clapping the hands, raifing the eyes towards heaven, and giving fuch a spring to the body as to make it attempt to mount up as if it could fly: When joy is extreme, and goes into tranfport, rapture, and extacy, it has a wildness of look and gesture that borders on folly, madness, and forrow. Foy expected. Ah! Juliet, if the meafure of thy joy Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more Shakespeare's Rom. and Jul. Foy approaching to Transport. Oh! joy, thou welcome ftranger, twice three years It warms my veins, and plays about my heart; A fiery inftinct lifts me from the ground, And I could mount. Dr. Young's Revenge. Joy approaching to Folly. Come, let us to the caftle; News, Friends; our wars are done, the Turks are drown'd; How do our old acquaintance of this ifle? Honey, you fhall be well defir'd in Cyprus'; Ꮓ I have found great love among them. O my fweet, In mine own comforts. Shakespeare's Othello. Joy bordering on Sorrow. O my foul's joy! If after every tempeft come fuch calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death! As hell's from heav'n! If it were now to die, Joy, or Satisfaction inexpressible. Imoinda, Oh! this feparation, I have a thousand things to afk of her, Who follow fortune live upon her fmiles, We have enough of that to make us happy; Ibidem. In full delight, in joys to pow'r unknown, Your love my empire, and your heart my throne. Southern's Oroonoko. DELIGHT. Delight is a high degree of fatisfaction, or rather is joy moderated, and affording leisure to dwell on the pleafing object; the tones, looks, and geftures, are the same as those of joy, but lefs forcible, and more permanent. Thus we gaze upon a pleafing figure or picture, liften to mufic, and are intent upon delightful ftudies. Delight on viewing a Statue. Leon.- -See, my lord, Would you not deem it breath'd, and that those veins Paul. My lord's almost so far transsported that He'll think anon it lives. Leon. O fweet Paulina, Make me to think fo twenty years together, No fettled fenfes of the world can match The pleasure of that madness. Shakefp. Winter Tale. LOVE. Love is not ill defined by Aaron Hill, when he calls it, defire kept temperate by reverence: it is, he says, a confcious and triumphant swell of hope, intimidated by refpectful apprehenfion of offending, where we long to seem agreeable it is complaint made amiable by gracefulness; reproach endeared by tenderness; and rapture awed by reverence: the idea then, fays he, to be conceived by one who would express love elegantly, is that of joy combined with fear. |