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Marrying for beauty, only pleases me,
E. of Orrery's Guzman.
Fountain's Rewards of Virtue,
Hire men to be our lords, who were our Naves;
Crown's English Fryar.
Maffinger's Unnatural Combat. An equal master ; whose sincere intents Ne'er chang'd good servants, to bad instruments.
Cartwright. By children, servants, neighbours fo efteem'd, He not a master, but a monarch seem'd: All his relations his admirers were ; His fons paid rev'rence, and his servants fear.
Denhams. M E D I O CRI I r. Stand who so list for me,
In highest slipp’ry place:
Yet greater their disgrace:
Proud envy never spies :
Her poisond quiver flies.
Hath gotten an high top: The mean estate
Lilly's Alexander and Campaffe
Lilly's Sapho and Phao. We must, in pafling to our wished ends,
Through things call'd good and bad, be like the air, That ev'nly interpos'd betwixt the feas,
And the opposed element of fire ; As either toucheth, but partakes with neither; Is neither hot nor cold, but with a slight And harmless temper, mixt of both th' extremes. Chapman's First Part of Byron's Conspiracy.
Oh mediocrity !
Beaumont and Fletcher's Queen of Gorinth.
How a Man may choose a good Wife from bad. I'am that even course that must be kept To shun two dang’rous gulphs; the middle tract 'Twixt Scylla and Charibdis ; the small ifbmus That suffers not th' Ægean tide to meet The violent rage of th' lonian wave. I am a bridge oe'r an impetuous sea; Free, and safe passage to the wary ftep: But he, whose wantonness, or folly dares) Decline to either side, falls desperate Into a certain ruin-Dwell with me, Whose mansion is not plac'd so near the fun, As to complain of 's neighbourhood, and be scorch'd With his directer beams; nor so remote From his bright says, as to be situate Under the icy pole of the cold bear ; But in a temp'rate zone : 'Tis I am fhe, I am the golden mediocrity.
Randolph's Muse's Looking-glass. M E L A N CH 0 L r. Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee Thy ftomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? Why dost thou bend thy eyes upon the earth? And ftart so often when thou fitt'ft alone? Why haft thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks, And giv'n my treasures and my rights of thee, To thick-ey'd mufing, and curs'd melancholy? Shakespear's Firf Part of K. Henry IV.
Shakespear's Firft Part of K. Henry IV. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, Which is emulation ; nor the musician's, Which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, Which is pride ; nor the foldier's, which is Ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politick; Nor the lady's, which is nice ; nor the lover's, Which is all these : but it is a melancholy Of mine own; compounded of many simples, Extracted from many objects, and, indeed, The sundry contemplation of my travels ; In which my often rumination wraps me In a most hum'rous sadness.
Shakespear's As you like it. I'll bear me in some strain of melancholy, And string myself with heavy-founding wire, Like such an instrument, that speaks merry things fadly.
Tourneur's Revenger's Tragedy. This foul melancholy Will poison all his goodness ; for I'll tell you, If too immod'rate sleep be truly said To be an inward rust unto the soul ; It then doth follow, want of action Breeds all black malecontents ; and their close rearing, Like moths in cloaths, do hurt for want of wearing.
Webfter's Dutchefs of Malfy. - That melancholy Though ending in distraction, should work