Imatges de pàgina

So far upon a man as to compel him
To court a thing that hath nor sense, nor being,
Is unto me a miracle.

Mafinger's Duke of Milan.
I have fat with him in his cabbin a day together,
Yet not a syllable exchang'd between us.;
Sigh he did often ; as if inward grief
And melancholy at that inftant, would
Choke up his vital spirits : and now and then
A tear, or two, as in derision of
The toughness of his rugged temper, would
Fall on his hollow cheeks ; which but once felt,
A sudden flash of fury did dry up.

Mafinger's Unnatural Combat. Melancholy, is The root, as well of every apith frenzy, Laughter and mirth, as dullness.

John Ford's Lover's Melancholy. Melancholy Is not as you conceive, an indisposition Of body; but the mind's diseale: fo extasy, Fantastick dotage, madness, frenzy, rupture, Of meer imagination differ partly From melancholy; which is briefly this: A meer commotion of the mind, o'ercharg’d With fear and forrow ; first begat i'th' brain, The seat of reason ; and from thence, derivd As suddenly into the heart, the feat Of our affection.

Ibid. See the strange working of dull melancholy, Whose drossy drying the feeble brain, Corrupts the sense, deludes the intellect : And in the foul's fair table falsly graves Whole squadrons of fantastical chimeras, And thousand vain imaginations : Making some think their heads as big as horses ; .


Some that are dead; some that are turn'd to wolves ; As now it makes him think himself all glass.

Lingua. Of melancholy, Which fome define is weakness in a lord ; And in a lady pride or sullennefs ; But in a wise man, 'tis flat foolery.

Jones's Adrasla, M E M O Rr. This ledger-book, lies in the brain behind,

Like Janus eye, which in his poll was set : The layman's tables ; store-house of the mind ;

Which doth remember much, and much forget.
Here sense's apprehenfion, end doth take ;

As when a stone is in the water cast,
One circle doth another circle make;
Till the last circle touch the bank at last.

Sir John Davies, To these high pow'rs a store-house doth pertain,

Where they all arts, and gen’ral reasons lay ;
Which in the soul, ev'n after death remain,
And no Lethaan food can wash away.

Remember thee-
Ay, thou poor ghost ; while mem'ry holds a seat
In this distracted globe ; remember thee
Yea, from the table of my memory.
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All faws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copy'd there ;
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmixt with baser matter.

Shakespear's Hamlet. Oh, it comes o'er my memory, As doth the raven o'er th' infected house, Boading to ill.

Shakespear's Othelle.

Could her tomb
Stand, whilft I liv'd so long, that it might rot ;
That should fall down, but she be ne'er forgot.

Dekker's First Part of the Honest Whore.
1. I remember you not.
2. Why we lupt with you last night, fir !
1. Oh cry your mercy ; 'tis so long ago,
I had quite forgot you; I must be forgiven :
Acquaintance, dear fociety, suits and things
Do so how to me; that had I not the better mem'ry,
'Twould be a wonder I fould know myself:
Efteem is made of such a dizzy. metal ;
I have receiv'd of many, gifts o'er night,
Whom I have forgot ere morning: meeting the men,
I wish'd them to remember me again ;
They do fo: then if I forget again,
I know what help'd before, that will help then :
This is my course; for mem'ry I've been told
Twenty preserves; the best I find, is gold.

Middletons's Michaelmas Term.
1. No man cares for anamestes, or remembrance.
2. Yes, a company of studious paper worms,
And lean scholars, and niggardly scraping
Usurers ; and a troop of heart-hating
Envious persons, and those canker-stomach'd
Spiteful creatures, that furnish up common
Place-books with other mens faults. The time has
Been in thofe golden days when Saturn reign'd,
That if a man receiv'd a benefit
Of another; I was presently sent for,

him in mind of it: but now, in
These iron afternoons, save your friend's life,
And oblivion will be more familiar
With him, than I.

None grow fo old,
Not to remember, where they hid their gold.


To put

From age such art of memory we learn,
To forget nothing, which is our concern :
Their interest

, no priest, nor sorcerer
Forgets, nor lawyer, nor philofopher;
No understanding, memory can want,
Where wisdom, Itudious industry doth plant :
Nor does it only in the active live,
But in the quiet and contemplative.

- Thou hast almost
Taught me to love my mis’ries, and forgive
All my misfortunes : I'll at least forget 'em.
We will revive those times, and in our memories
Preserve, and still keep fresh, like flowers in water,
Those happier days; when at our eyes our souls
Kindled their mutual fires, their equal beams
Shot and return'd, 'till link'd, and twin'd in one,
They chain'd our hearts together.

Denham's Sophy. Had memory

been lost with innocence, We had not known the sentence, nor th' offence : "I was his chief punishment, to keep in store, The fad remembrance what he was before.

Denham, M E R C r. Mercy is not itself, that oft looks fo; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.

Shakespear's Measure for Measure. Why, all the fouls that were, were forfeit once ; And he, that might the 'vantage best have took, Found out the remedy. How would you be, If le, which is the top of judgement, should But judge you, as you are? 'oh, think on that! And mercy then will breath within your lips, Like man new made.

Toid. ?Tis necessary he should die : Nothing emboldens fin so much as mercy:

Shakespear's Timor.

Attend our will :
Mercy but murthers, pard’ning those that kill.

Shakespear's Romeo and Juliet.
The quality of mercy is not strain'd;
It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heav'n,
Upon the place beneath. It is tivice bless'd ;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes :
'Tis mightiest in the mightieft; it becomes
The thro'ned monarch better than his crown:
His scepter shews the force of temp’ral pow'r,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this scepter'd sway,
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings;
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly pow'r doth then ihew likest God's,
When mercy seasons justice.

Shakespear's Merchant of Venice. If there be nothing worthy you can see

graces, or your mercy, here in me,
Spare your own goodness yet; and be not great
In will and power, only to defeat :
God, and the good, krow to forgive, and save ;
The ignorant, and fools, no pity have.
I will stand arraign’d, and cast, to be
The subject of your grace in pard’ning me ;
And, stil'd your mercy's creature, will live more
Your honour now, than your disgrace before :
Think it was frailty, mistress, think me man;
Think that yourself like heav'n forgive me can:
Where weakness doth offend, and virtue grieve ;
There greatness takes a glory to relieve.

Johnson's Underwoods. Dispense sometime with stern severity ;

Make not the laws ftill traps to apprehend ;
Win grace upon the bad with clemency;
Mercy may mend, whom malice made offend.



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