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Delight ourselves.

2. Honour's a word, the iffue of the voice.
1. The voice, fir, was ordain'd to fatisfy
And fill the ears of others, not our own.
2...Where is the virtue of thy courage fled ?
When valiant with thine own integrity,
Thou didst refolve to flight opinion, as
The vulgar doom. Oft haft thou faid, honour
Doth dwell within, and cannot live abroad:
For like extracted fpirits, in

A vial fhut, it keeps its vigour whilst

'Tis clofe retain'd; but when difpers'd and mix'd
With open air, the virtue fo evaporates,
That all its virtue is for ever loft.

Sir W. Davenant's Fair Favourite. Honour is like a goodly old houfe, which If we repair not ftill with virtue's hand, Like a citadel madly rais'd on fand, It falls, is fwallow'd, and not found.

Davenport's City Night-Cap. For honour's a prize, and who wins it may wear it; If not, 'tis a badge, and a burthen to bear it.

Riches and poverty shall be no more

Alex. Brome.

'Twixt man and man the only diff'rence deem'd,
Since worth fhall not be fcorn'd for being poor,
Nor he that's rich, without it be efteem'd :
Whilft honour is of virtue the reward,

And those who most deserve, you most regard.

Sir Thomas Higgons on the Reftauration.

Poor frighted men at sea,

To fave their lives, caft all their goods away.
In ftorms of fortune, where there is a ftrife
Which fhall be fav'd, man's honour, or his life;
Who would preferve this totter'd bark from fate,
But fink the veffel to preferve the freight?

Sir Rob. Howard's Vefal Virgin.

In other worlds devotion may have blifs,
I'm fure 'tis honour that must fave in this;
And gen'rous honour paffes doom on none,
Till firft their crimes are clearer than the fun.
Crown's Juliana.

HOPE.·

With him went hope in rank, a handsome maid,
Of chearful look, and lovely to behold;
In filken famite fhe was light array'd,

And her fair locks were woven up in gold.
She alway fmil'd, and in her hand did hold
An holy water-fprinkle, dipt in dew,

With which the fprinkled favours manifold, On whom she lift; and did great liking shew, Great liking unto many, but true love to few.

Spenfer's Fairy Queen. True hope is swift, and flies with fwallows wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

Shakespear's King Richard III.

The ample propofition, that hope makes
In all defigns began on earth below,
Fails in the promis'd largeness.

1. It never yet did hurt

Shakespear's Troilus and Creffida.

To lay down likelihoods and forms of hope.
2. Yes, if this prefent quality of war
Impede the inftant act; a cause on foot
Lives fo in hope, as in an early fpring

We fee th'appearing buds; which, to prove fruit,
Hope gives not fo much warrant, as despair

That frofts will bite them. When we mean to build,

We first furvey the plot, then draw the model;

And when we fee the figure of the house,
Then must we rate the coft of the erection;

Which, if we find out-weighs ability,

What do we then but draw a-new the model;
In fewer offices? At leaft, defift

To build at all? Much more, in this great work,

Which is almoft to pluck a kingdom down
And fet another up, fhould we furvey
The plot of fituation, and the model;
Confent upon a fure foundation,

Questions surveyor, know our own estate,
How able fuch a work to undergo,
To weigh against his oppofite; or elfe,
We fortify in paper and in figures,

Ufing the names of men instead of men :
Like one, that draws the model of a house
Beyond his pow'r to build it; who, half through,
Gives o'er, and leaves his part-created coft
A naked fubject to the weeping clouds,
And wafte for churlish winter's tyranny.

Hope,

Shakespear's Second Part of King Henry IV.

Is fuch a bait, it covers any hook.

Johnson's Volpones

I do confefs, it is a strict injunction,
But then the hope is, it may not be kept.
A thousand things may intervene ; we fee
The wind fhift often, thrice a day sometimes;
Decrees may alter upon better motion,
And riper hearing. The best bow may start,
And the hand may vary

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Johnson's New Inn.

Our hopes, I fee, resemble much the fun,

That rifing and declining cafts large shadows;
But when his beams are drefs'd in's mid-day brightness,
Yields none at all: When they are fartheft from
Success, their gilt reflection does display

The largest shews of events fair and profp'rous.

Chapman's Revenge for Honour.

1. These hopes are poor; for fear is with them mix'd: 2. All fears are weak, where any hope is fix'd.

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But O, I see our hoped good deceives us !
But what we would forego, that feldom leaves us.
Drayton's Matilda to K. John.

Hope is a poor fallad
To dine and fup with, after a two days fast.
Beaumont and Fletcher's Cuftom of the Country.

Things that we daily fee, th' affections cloy;
Hopes long defired bring the greatest joy.

Goffe's Oreftes.

Hope in great actions is too weak a hold,
And yields her entertainer to his foe:
When churlish winds with tefty Neptune fcold,
We cut the cables, and let anchors go.
Then hope to win, when hope of aid is gone;
The way to fafety, is to look for none.

Aleyn's Crefcey.

What can we not endure,
When pains are leffen'd by the hope of cure?

Nabbs's MicrofcomusWhen once the main fpring, hope, is fall'n into Disorder, no wonder if the leffer wheels,

Defire and joy, ftand ftill: My thoughts, like bees,
When they have loft their king, wander
Confufedly up and down, and fettle no where.

Suckling's Aglaura.
And now her hope a weak phyfician seems;
For hope, the common comforter, prevails
Like common med'cines, flowly in extremes.

Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.

1. Is there no room for hope in any breast?
2. Not fince fhe does appear
Boldly a dweller, where

She firft was entertain'd but as a guest.
I. She may in fieges be receiv'd,
Be courted too, and much believ'd,
And thus continue after wants begin;
But is thruft out, when famine enters in.

Sir W. Davenant's Siege of Rhodes.
1. Alas,

1. Alas, fears are so powerful,

That in concerned breafts they govern all.
2. It is our follies that' enthrones them fo,
And to just wishes, hopes are much more due.

Sir Rob. Howard's Blind Lady

What are our hopes?
Like garlands, on affliction's forehead worn,
Kiss'd in the morning, and at evening torn.

Davenport's King John and Matilda,
HOSPITAL.

i. I fhall take other courfes with my wealth,
And none of you shall share in't. I have a humour
To turn my money into hofpitals;

Your riots come not thither.

2. But we may

Drink, and diseases are the ways to that too :
But will you turn a mafter of this college
You talk of, uncle, this fame hofpital?
And lay out money to buy wooden legs,
For crippled men of war, invite to your coft
Men that have loft their noses in hot service?
Live and converfe with rotten bawds and bone-fetters;
Provide penfions for furgery, and hard words
That eat like corrofives, and more afflict

The patient? But you'll fave charges; I confider
My aunt, your wife, may be excellent at compofing
Of med'cines for corrupted lungs, impofthumes,
At making plaifters, diet-drinks, and in charity
Will be a great friend to the pox.

And you'll be famous by it; I may in time,
As I faid before, if luft and wine assist me,
Grow unfound too, and be one of her patients,
And have an office after in her houfhold
To prepare lint and fearcloths, empty veins,
And be comptroller of the crutches. Oh
The world would praise the new foundation
Of fuch a peft-houfe, and poor fouls drink
Your health at ev'ry feftival in hot pottage!

Shirley's Gentleman of Venice.

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