Were honour to be scann'd by long descent From ancestors illustrious, I could vaunt A lineage of the greatest, and recount Among my fathers, names of antient story, Heroes and godlike patriots, who subdu'd The world by arms and virtue : But that be their own praise : Nor will I borrow merit from the dead.
You seem to me as Dian in her orb, As chaste as in the bud ere it be blown, But you are more intemperate in your
blood Than Venus, or those pamper'd animals That
rage in savage sensuality.
Why he is the prince's jester ; a very dull fool, only his gift is in devising impossible sanders: none but libertines delight in him, and the commendation is not in his wit, but in villainy; for he both pleaseth men and angers them, and then they laugh at him, and beat him.
Ibid. COLONEL M M
S. That talking knave Consumes his time in speeches to the rabble, And sows sedition up and down the city; Picking up discontented fools, belying The senators and government; destroying Faith among honest men, and praising knaves. OTWAY.
LORD
LORD AMHERST.
These war-wearied limbs Wish for repose ; to lay their feeble strength Beneath the peaceful shade.
There is an old man's warfare ; To talk of freezing nights, and burning days, And animate our youth to deeds of martial honour, Be now my sole ambition.
THE RECORDER OF LONDON. The quality of mercy is not stain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heav'n Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest, It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes; 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown: His sceptre shews the force of temporal power, The attribute to power and majesty: It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then lew likest God's, When mercy seasons justice.
SHAKESP.
The captain of the rabble issued out With a black shirtless train; each was an hoft; A million strong of vermin, every
villain : No part of government, but lords of anarchy; Chaos of power, and privileged destruction ; But laws of nature! Yet the great must use them, Sometimes as necessary tools of tumult.
THE MACARONIES OF THE AGE.
I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple: Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mongring boys, That lye, and cog, and flout, deprave and Nander, Go antickly, and shew an outward hideousness, And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst.
There is a tide in the affairs of inen, Which taken at the flood leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in thallows and in miseries; On such a full sea are we now afloat, And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
She only wants an opportunity : Her soul's a whore already.
I believe her honest yet: Her body not acquainted with the sin; But if her thoughts run foul, her mind's a whore, And the next opportunity compleats My black dishonour.
Play on That strain again ; it had a dying fall : Oh! it came o'er my ear like a sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odours.
What ear so fortify'd and barr'd Against the tuneful force of vocal charms, But would with transport to such sweet assailments Surrender its attention? Never Have I past by the night-bird's custom’d spray, What time she pours her wild and artless song, Without attentive pause and silent rapture; How could I then, with savage disregard, Hear voices tun'd by nature sweet as her's, Grac'd with all art's addition?
THE SUBSCRIBERS TO THE PANTHEON. Beyond the fix'd and settled rules Of vice and virtue in the schools; Beyond the letter of the law, That keeps our men and maids in awe; The better fort should set before 'em, A grace, a manner, a decorum,
PRIOR,
SIR JOHN JEHU. Ay, that's a dolt, indeed, for he doth nothing but talk of his horse; and he makes it a great appropriation to his own good parts,
tha the can shoe him himself: I am much afraid my lady, his mother, played false with a smith.
SHAKESP,
EARL OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE. A substitute shines brightly as a king, Until a king be by; and then his state Empties itself, as doth an inland brook Into the main of waters.
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