Imatges de pÓgina

Thou dost not know what then will be thy-mind,

When thou shalt see thyself advanc'd and strong : When thou hast shak'd off that which others bind,

Thou foon forgettest what thou learned'ft long : Men do not know what then themselves will be, When as more than themselves, themselves they see.

Daniel's Civil War. Now, I see, they but delude that praise us, Greatness is mock’d, prosperity betrays us ; And we are but ourselves ; although this cloud

Of interposed smoke make us seem more : Thefe spreading parts of pomp whereof we're proud, Are pot our parts, but parts of others store.

Daniel's Cleopatra. Though the mountains make a mighty shew,

They are but barren heaps borne up aloft ; Where plains are pleasant itill, tho they lie low,

And are most fertile too, tho' trod on oft: Greatness is like a cloud in th'airy bounds,

Which some base vapours have congeald above; It brawls with Vulcan, thund'ring forth huge founds, Yet melts, and falls there, whence it first did move.

E of Sterline's Alexandrean Tragedy As in fine fields, weeds, or fat earth abounds,

Ev'n as the lab'rers spend, or spare their pain ; The greateft fp'rits, disdaining vulgar bounds,

of what they seek, the highest height must gain : They, that bright glory may be so enjoy’d,

As only born to be in action still,
Had rather be, than idle, ill imployd :
Great sp'rits must do great good, or else great ill


E. of Sterline's Julius Cæfar. Greatness must keep those arts by which it grew ; And ever what it wills, or fears, make true.

Lord Brooke's Mustapha.

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Oh greatness fcourge! We cannot without envy, keep high name, Nor yet disgrac'd, can have a quiet Name.

Marston's Sophonisba. 1. He's dead, you say then. 2. Certainly : And to hear The people now diffect him, now he's gone, Makes my ears burn that lov'd him not : Such libels, Such elegies and epigrams they have made, More odious than he was. Brother, great men Had need to live by love, meting their deeds With virtue's rule ; found, with the weight of judgment, Their privat'it action : For though, while they live, Their pow'r and policy mask their villanies, Their bribes, their luft, pride and ambition ; And make a many slaves to worship them ; They are their flatt'rers, and their bawds in these : Those very slaves shall, when these great beasts die, Publish their bowels to the vulgar eye.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Four Plays in One. Since by your greatness, you Are nearer heav'n in place ; be nearer it In goodness : Rich men should transcend the poor, As clouds the earth ; rais’d by the comfort of The sun, to water dry and barren grounds.

Tourneur's Atheist's Tragedy. Both flow'rs and weeds, spring when the sun is warm ; And great men do great good, or else great harm.

Webster's White Devil. The great are like the base ; nay, they're the same, When they seek shameful ways to avoid shame.

Webster's Dutchess of Malfy. Thus he was brought to act his fatal hour

Upon a scaffold: To let greatness know
The twofold danger of too great a pow'r,
: To him that hath it, and the giver too.
Let greatness held by Nimium, fear her fate ;
For 'tis a tenure of the shortest date.

Greatness Greatness triumphing on the tow'ring height

Of honour, if it once be turn'd at all, Finds motion in itself: The very weight

Great bodies have, accelerates their fall : There is no medium in their declination, Between the height, and the precipitation.

Aleyn's Hen. VII. They that are great, and worthy to be lo, Hide not their rays from meanest plants that grow. Why is the sun set in a throne so high, But to give light to each inferior eye? His radiant beams distribute lively grace To all, according to their worth and place ; And from the humble ground those vapours drain, Which are sent down in fruitful drops of rain.

Sir John Beaumont. 1. Great men, we are none. 2. No, but you may be, by the length of your Wit and shortness of your memory; for if You have but wit enough to do mischief, And oblivion enough to forget Good turns ; you may come to great places in Time: keep a fool of your own, and then you are made.

Shirley's Bird in a Cage. Trust not a great man, most of them dissemble Pride, and court-cunning have betray'd their faith To a secure idolatry; their soul Is lighter than a compliment : Take heed, They'll flatter thy too young ambition, Feed thee with names, and then like subtile chymists, Having extracted, drawn thy spirit up, Laugh, they have made thee miserable.

Shirley's Grateful Servant, It is the curse of greatness To be its own destruction. So we see That mountain-cedars have the least defence 'Gainst storms, when shrubs confront their violence.

Nabbs's Hannibal and Scipio. C2



Greatness is but the shadow of the beams
Of prince's favours, nourish'd in extremes ;
First taught to creep, and feed on hopes ; to live
Upon the glance, and humbly to observe
Each under minion ; till its own desire,
Work near enough to set itself on fire.

Suckling's Sad One.
Great men by small means oft are overthrown;
He's lord of thy life, who contemns his own.

Herrick. Be in thy greatness easy, and thy brow

Still clear, and comforting as breaking light ; The great, with bus'ness troubled, weakly bow;

Pow'r fhould with publick burdens walk upright. We chearfulness, as innocence commend ;

The great, may with benign and chearful eyes The people wrong, yet not the wrong'd offend; Who feel moft wrong, from those who them despise,

Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert. Our envy never would great men pursue, If their great plagues, and paflions too we knew.

Crown's Ambitious Statesman. I was born with greatness ; I've honours, titles, power, here within : All vain external greatness I contemn. Am I the higher for supporting mountains ? The taller for a flatt'rer's humble bowing ? Have I more room for being throng'd with follow'rs? The larger foul for having all my thoughts Fill'd with the lumber of the state affairs ? Honours and riches are all splendid vanities ; They are of chiefest use to fools and knaves.

Crown's Ambitious Statesman.

For double shame he doth deserve,
Who being guide, doth foooneft swerve.

Brandon's Oétavia


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That man May fafely venture to his

way, That is so guided, that he cannot stray.

Marmyon's Holland's Leaguer.

I stand like one Has loft his way, and no man near him to enquire it of: Yet there's a providence above, that knows The roads which ill men tread, and can direct Enquiring justice : The passengers that travel In the wide ocean, where no paths are ; Look up, and leave their conduct to a star.

Sir Robert Howard's Surprisal


TOR, if of all the bodies parts, the head
F Be the most royal ; if discourse, wit, judgment,
And all our understanding faculties
Sit there in their high court of parliament,
Enacting laws to sway this hum'rous world,
This little ise of man; needs must that crown,
Which stands upon this fupreme head, be fair,
And held invaluable ; and that crown's the hair ;
The head that wants this honour, stands

awry :
Is bare in name, and in authority.
Hair! 'tis the robe which curious nature weaves
To hang upon the head, and does adorn,
Our bodies; in the first hour we are born;
God does bestow that garment : When we die,
That, like a soft and filken canopy,
Is fill spread over us: In spite of death,
Our hair grows in our grave, and that alone
Looks fresh, when all our other beauty's gone.
The excellence of hair, in this shines clear,
That the four elements take pride to wear
The fashion of it: When fire most bright does burn,
The flames to golden locks do strive to turn ;,


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