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A fpit of Portugals ferv'd in for plovers;
Indians and Moors for black birds: all this while
Holland ftands ready melted to make fauce
On all occafions, when the voider comes;
And with fuch cheer our full hopes we fuffice,
Zeland fays grace, for fashion then we rise.

Middleton's Game at Chefs. Oh thou pamper'd jade! what would't thou have? What, wouldst thou feed on quails? art thou not fat? Is not thy neck brawn, thy leg calf, thy head beef? And yet thou wantest meat.

His ftomach's as infatiate as the grave,

Or ftrumpet's ravenous appetite.

Cupid's Whirligig.

Mafinger's New Way to pay Old Debts.

Variety is fought for to delight

Thy witty and ambitious appetite;

Three elements at leaft difpeopled be,

To fatisfy judicious gluttony.

Randolph.

Will you ftill owe your virtues to your bellies?
And only think then nobly, when you're full ?
Doth fodder keep you honeft? are you bad
When out of flesh? and think you't an excufe
Of vile and ignominious actions, that
You're lean, and out of liking? for I muft
Speak of you now as cattle, while you thus
Enflave your felves unto the paunch, enduring
A tyranny, beyond that you complain of.

Whofe life's the table and the stage,
He doth not spend, but lofe his age.

Cartwright's Siege.

Killegrew's Confpiracy. Lautus, thy palate can be pleas'd with nought, But the best cates far fetch'd, and dearest bought ; Sicilian lampreys, and the Tuscan boar, With witty dainties ne'er heard of before

Vitellius

Vitellius age; fuch as Minerva's fhield,
A difh made of fcares livers, and then fill'd
With milt of sturgeon, and with brains of rails, -
Pheasants and peacocks, and Egyptian Quails,
With tongues of nightingales; and thofe more rare
And feld-feen crimson birds, his usual fare:
Mullets and Selfey cockles, the Severn trout
And what more dainty novels can be bought:
Botargo, anchovies, puffins too, to taste
The Maronean wines, at meals thou haft.
Thus all thy lands thou eat'ft and drinkest down,
In thy fair boggards bury'd lie, thus grown
With dear bought foil fo rich, to dung the small
Acre that's left unfold; and that is all.

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Heath's Claraftella.

Nothing could please your palate, but
The Mufcatelli and Frontiniack grape ;
Your Turin pheasants, and your Tuscan veal;
With red-legg'd partridge from the Genoa hills:
Then the broad livers of Venetian geese,
Fatned by Jerus; and carps of the Geneva lake.
You talk'd too of fat fnails in fhining shells,
Brought from the marble quarrys of Ferrara,
And fous'd in Lucca oil; then long'd for cream
Of Switzerland, and Genoa pafte.

Your angelots of Brie.

Your Marfolini, Parmazan of Lody,

Your Mala muca melons, and Cicilian dates.
And then to close up your voluptuous maw,
Marmalad made by cleanly nuns of Lisbon.

Sir W. Davenant's Wits.

GO D.

Of the gods we are forbid to dispute,
Because their deities come not within
The compafs of our reasons.

Lilly's Endimion.

It is not fo with him that all things knows,
As 'tis with us, that square our guess by fhews:

But

But moft it is prefumption in us, when
The help of heav'n, we count the act of men..

Shakespear's All's well that ends well. It did not please the gods, who inftruct the people: And their unquestion'd pleasures must be ferv'd. They know what's fitter for us, than our selves; And 'twere impiety to think against them.

Jobnfon's Catiline.
Though all the doors are fure, and all our fervants
As fure bound with their fleeps; yet there is one
That wakes above, whofe eye no fleep can bind;
He fees through doors, and darkness, and our thoughts:
And therefore as we fhould avoid with fear,

To think amifs ourselves before his fearch;
So fhould we be as curious to fhun

All cause, that others think not ill of us.

Chapman's Buffy D'ambois. Gods nought foresee, but fee: for to their eyes Nought is to come or paft: nor are you vile,. Because the gods forefee; for God, not we, Sees as things are; things are not, as we see..

Marfton's Sophonisba. 1. Can nature be fo fimple or malicious To deftroy the reputation of her Proper memory? She cannot fure there Is fome pow'r above her, that controuls her force. 2. A power above nature? doubt you that, My lord? confider, but whence man receives His body and his form, not from corruption, Like fome worms and flies; but only from the Generation of a man: for nature Never did bring forth a man without a man ;. Nor could the first man being but The paffive fubject, not the active mover, Be the maker of himself; fo, of neceffity There must be a fuperiour pow'r to nature.

Tourneur's Atheifts Tragedy. 'Tis

'Tis hard to find God, but to comprehend Him, as he is, is labour without end.

Herrick

Then tell me first, if nature must forbear
To ask, why ftill fhe muft remain in doubt ?
A darkness which does much like hell appear,
Where all may enter in, but none get out.
Thus we at once are bidden, and forbid ;
Charg'd to make God, the object of the mind;
Then hinder'd from it, fince he is so hid,
As we but feck that, which we cannot find.

Sir. W. Davenant.

GOVERNMENT

But as in calm a ftorm we nothing fear,
When as the feas are mild and fmooth as glass:
And as in peace, no thoughts of war we bear,
Which leaft fuppofe of mischiefs come to pass:
Ev'n fo my ftill and rightful reigning was.
The calm a tempeft bodes, the fhine a rain,
Long peace a war, and pleasure pinching pain.
Mirror for Magiftrates.
For government, though high, and low, and lower,
Put into parts, doth keep in one confent;
Congreeing in a full and natural close,
Like mufick.

Therefore heaven doth divide

The state of man in divers functions,
Setting endeavour in continual motion:
To which is fixed, as an aim or butt,
Obedience; for fo work the honey bees,
Creatures, that by a rule in nature teach
The art of order to a peopled kingdom.
They have a king, and officers of fort;
Where fome, like magiftrates, correct at home;
Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad;
Others, like foldiers, armed in their ftings,
Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds,

Which pillage they with merry march bring home
To the tent royal of their emperor :
Who, bufy'd in his majesty, furveys
The finging mafon building roofs of gold;
The civil citizens kneading up the honey;
The poor mechanick porters crowding in
Their heavy burthens at his narrow gate:
The fad-ey'd juftice with his furly hum,
Delivering o'er to executors pale
The lazy yawning drone.

Each petty hand

Shakespear's Henry V.

Can fteer a fhip becalm'd; but he that will
Govern, and carry her to her ends, must know
His tides, his currents, how to fhift his fails;
What she will bear in foul, what in fair weathers;
Where her fprings are, her leaks, and how to stop them;
What strands, what fhelves, what rocks do threaten her;
The forces and the natures of all winds,

Gufts, ftorms, and tempefts: when her keel ploughs hell,
And deck knocks heaven, then to manage her,
Becomes the name and office of a pilot.

As a cunning orator, referves

Johnfon's Catiline:

His faireft fmiles, beft adorning figures,
Chief matter, and most moving arguments
For his conclufion; and doth then fupply
His ground ftreams laid before, glides over them,
Makes his full depth feen through; and fo takes up
His audience in applaufes past the clouds:
So in your government, conclufive nature,
Willing to end her excellence in earth,
When your foot shall be fet upon the stars,
Shews all her fov'reign beauties, ornaments,
Virtues, and raptures; overtakes her works
In former empires, makes them but your foils;
Swells to her full fea, and again doth drown
The world, in admiration of your crown.

Chapman's First Part of Byron's Confpiracy.

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