I know to chafe; the roe the wind out-ftripping;
Igrim himself, in all his bloody anger
I can beat from the bay; and the wild founder
Singly, and with my arm'd staff, turn the boar,
Spite of his foamy tufhes, and thus ftrike him,
Till he fall down my feaft.
Beaumont and Fletcher's Beggars Buf.
Of a good cry of hounds? It has been known
Dogs have hunted lordships to a fault.
Webster's Devil's Law Cafe. A pack of the bravest Spartan dogs in the world,
If they do but once open, and spend their gabble,
It will make the forest eccho
As if a ring of bells were in't; admirably flew'd, by their
You would take them to be finging boys:
And for dew-laps, they are as big as vintners bags,
In which they ftrain hippocras.
Henry Shirley's Martyred Soldier.
Thou haft thy hounds to hunt the tim❜rous hare,
The crafty fox, or the more noble deer ;
Till at a fault perchance thy lordship be,
And fome poor city-varlet hunts for thee.
For 'tis not poor Acteon's fault alone :
Hounds have devour'd more mafters fure than one.
1. A boar fo fierce and large,
No hunter e'er did charge.
Advance thy fpear
And turn him there.
2. This last encounter he has bravely flood; But now has loft his courage with his blood. He foams, and fill his tusks does whet,
As if he ftill difdain'd retreat.
2. The wound you gave him makes him turn his head, To seek the darker fhades, where he was bred.
1. Stay, my victorious boy!
When a courageous beast does bleed,
Then learn how far you fhould proceed
To ufe advantage where you may deftroy:
To courage ev'n of beaft fome pity's due;
And where refiftance fails, ceafe to pursue.
Sir W. Davenant's Playboufe to be lett.
HUSB A N D.
The lady Olivia has no folly;
She will keep no fool, fir, till fhe be marry'd;
And fools are as like husbands, as pilchers
Are to herrings; the husband's the bigger.
Shakespear's Twelfth Night.
Look here upon this picture, and on this;
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers:
See, what a grace was feated on this brow;
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye, like Mars, to threaten or command
A ftation, like the herald Mercury
New lighted on a heaven-kiffing hill;
A combination, and a form indeed,
Where ev'ry God did feem to fet his feal,
To give the world affurance of a man!
This was your husband.-Look you now what follows;
Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear,
Blafting his wholfome Brother. Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
And batten on this moore? ha! have you eyes?
You cannot call it love; for, at your age,
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
And waits upon the judgment; and what judgement
Would ftep from this, to this? fenfe, fure, you have,
Elfe could you not have motion; but, fure, that fenfe
Is apoplex'd: for madness would not err,
Nor fenfe to extasy was e'er fo thrall'd,
Bat it referv'd fome quantity of choice
To serve in fuch a diff'rence.What devil was't,
That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind?
Eyes without feeling, feeling without fight,
Ears without hands or eyes, fmelling fans all,
Or but a fickly part of one true fenfe
Could not fo mope.-
O fhame! where is thy blush? rebellious hell,
If thou can't mut'ny in a matron's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
And melt in her own fire.
When the compulfive ardour gives the charge;
Since froft itself as actively doth burn,
And reafon panders will.
You are too amorous, too obfequious,
And make her too affur'd; fhe may command you.
When women doubt most of their husbands loves,
They are most loving. Husbands must take heed,
They give no gluts of kindness to their wives,
But ufe them like their horfes; whom they feed
Not with a manger full of meat together,
But half a peck at once; and keep them fo
Still with an appetite to that they give them.
He that defires to have a loving wife,
Muft bridle all the fhew of that defire:
Be kind, not amorous; not bewraying kindness,
As if love wrought it, but confiderate duty.
Offer no love-rites, but let wives ftill feek them ;
For when they come unfought, they feldom like them.
Johnson's Every Man out of his Humour.
As out of wormwood bees fuck honey,
As from poor clients lawyers firk money,
As parfley from a roasted coney:
So, tho' the day be ne'er fo funny,
If wives will it rain, down then it drives;
The calmeft husbands make the ftorm'eft wives.
Dekker's First Part of the Honeft Whore.
I have ever found it moft true in mine
Own experience, that they which are most
Violent dotards before their marriage,
Are the most voluntary cuckolds after.
Dekker and Webster's Weftward Hoe.
Some children look moft fweetly at their birth,
That after prove hard-favour'd; and fo do husbands:
Your honey moons fooneft wane, and fhew sharp horns.
Dekker's Match me in London.
Marry no faith; husbands are like lots in
The lottery, you may draw forty blanks
Before you find one that has any prize
In him; a husband gen'rally is a
Careless domineering thing, that grows like
Coral; which as long as it is under
Water is foft and tender; but as foon
As it has got his branch above the waves
Is prefently hard, ftiff, not to be bow'd,
But burft: fo when your husband is a futor,
And under your choice, lord how fupple he is,
How obfequious, how at your fervice,
Sweet lady once married, got up his
Head above, a ftiff, crooked, knobby, inflexible,
Tyrannous creature he grows; then they turn
Like water,more you would embrace the lefs
You hold.
Marfton's Courtezan.
What are husbands? read the new world's wonders,
Such husbands as this monftrous world produces,
And you will scarce find fuch deformities;
They are shadows to conceal your venial virtues,
Sails to your mills, that grind with all occafions;
Balls that lie by you to wash out your stains;
And bills nail'd up with horns before your stories,
To rent out laft.
Beaumont and Fletcher's Rule a Wife and have a Wife.
He that dares strike against the husband's freedom,
'The husband's curfe ftick to him, a tam'd cuckold;
His wife be fair and young, but most dishonest,
Moft impudent, and have no feeling of it,
No confcience to reclaim her from a monster;
Let her lie by him like a flatt'ring ruin,
And at one inftant kill both name and honour:
Let him be loft, no eye to weep his end,
And find no earth that's base enough to bury him. Beaumont and Fletcher's Rule a Wife and have a Wife. Know then,
As women owe a duty, fo do men.
Men must be like the branch, and bark to trees,
Which doth defend them from tempeftuous rage,
Cloath them in winter, tender them in age:
Or as ewes love unto their eanlings lives;
Such fhould be husbands cuftom to their wives.
If it appears to them they've stray'd amifs,
They only muft rebuke them with a kifs;
Or cluck them as hens chickens, with kind call,
Cover them under their wing, and pardon all :
No jars must make two beds, no ftrife divide them.
Those betwixt whom a faith and troth is giv'n,
Death only parts, fince they are knit by heav'n.
Wilkins's Miferies of enforced Marriage.
To all marry'd men be this a caution,
Which they should duly tender as their life;
Neither to doat too much, nor doubt a wife.
Malfinger's Picture. A narrow minded husband is a thief
To his own fame, and his preferment too;
He fhuts his parts and fortunes from the world:
While from the popular vote and knowledge
Men rife to employment in the state.
Shirley's Lady of Pleasure,
For oft a loving husband's aweful eye,
Sets right the woman's fteps that went awry.
Are like hungry hawks; they'll ftoop at
Jackdaws, when they can meet with no better prey.
Glapthorne's Wit in a Conflable.
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