-Oh, 'tis excellent

To have a giant's ftrength! but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.

Shakespear's Measure for Measure.

For pow'r is proud, till it look down to fear;
Though only fafe, by ever looking there.

Lord Brooke's Alaham.

In all ftates, pow'r which oppreffeth fpirits,
Imprifons nature, empire difinherits.

Lord Brooke's Mustapha.

Pow'r, doth what likes, in her inferiors move;
As we are fefs'd, fo pay we hate, or love.

Lord Brooke's Alaham.

Instead of thefe, I faw the veils of pow'r,
Practice, and pomp, fpecious hypocrify,
Rent from her face, ev'n while fhe did devour:
I faw thofe glorious ftiles of government,
God, laws, religion, (wherein tyrants hide
The wrongs they do, and all the woes we bide,)
Wounded, prophan'd, destroy'd: pow'r is unwife,
'That thinks in pomp to mask her tyrannies.

The violent thunder is ador'd by those

Are dafh'd in pieces by it.

Ibid.

Webfter's White Devil.

Pow'r's a strange thing, which ev'n additions make
Weak, and difpos'd to fall: Few can digest
The swelling cheer of fortune: If you take

But one dish more, you prejudice the rest:
Some fortunes, that have flow'd gently before,
Run over, if you add one honour more.

Aleyn's Henry VII. With what a diff'rence nature's palate taftes

The fweeter draught which art provides her, pow'r :. Since pow'r, pride's wine, but high in relish lafts

Whilft fuming new; for time does turn it four?

Yet

Yet pow'r, earth's tempting fruit, heav'n firft did plant,
From man's first ferpent safe, ambition's reach;
Elfe Eden could not ferve ambition's want;

Whom no command can rule, nor council teach.

Pow'r is that luscious wine, which does the bold,
The wife, and noble most intoxicate;
Adds time to youth, and takes it from the old;
Yet I by furfeit this elixir hate.

Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.

Yield not in ftorms of ftate to that dislike

Which from the people does to rulers grow; Pow'r, fortune's fail, fhould not for threat'nings ftrike; In boats beftorm'd, all check at thofe that row.

Ibid. For he who fecrets, pow'r's chief treasure, fpends, To purchase friendship, friendship dearly buys: Since pow'r feeks great confed'rates, more than friends.

My reward is pow'r ;

peace;

An outward trifle, bought with inward
Got in an age, and rifled in an hour ;
When fev'rish love, the people's fit fhall cease.

But how men gain their pow'r, the gods do not
So much regard; as how 'tis us'd, when got.

Ibid.

Ibid.

E. of Orrery's Tryphon.

Oh wretched he, who call'd abroad by pow'r,
To know himself can never find an hour!
Strange to himself, but to all others known;
Lends ev'ry one his life, and ufes none :
So ere he tasted life, to death he goes;
And himself loses, ere himself he knows.

Crown's Thyeftes. But pow'r, it seems, can change the names of things; Call treafon virtue, and make rebels kings.

Crown's Charles VIII. of France.

PRAISE.

24.243. PRAISE. Or who would ever care to do brave deed, Or ftrive in virtue others to excel;

If none fhould yield him his deserved meed,

Due praife, that is the spur of doing well? For if good were not praised more than ill, None would chufe goodness, of his own free will. Spenfer's Tears of the Muses.

One good deed, dying tonguelefs,

Slaughters a thoufand waiting upon that:

Our praises are our wages.

Shakespear's Winter's Tale.

The worthiness of praise diftains his worth;

If he that's prais'd, himself bring the praise forth : What the repining enemy commends,

That breath, fame blows; that praise, fole

fcends.

pure tran

Shakespear's Troilus and Creffida.
Your praise is come too swiftly home before you :
Know you not, mafter, to fome kind of men,
Their graces ferve them but as enemies?
No more do yours; your virtues, gentle mafter,
Are fanctify'd and holy traitors to you.

Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely
Envenoms him that bears it!

Skakefpear's As you like it.
'Tis grown almost a danger to speak true
Of any good mind; now, there are so few.
The bad, by number are fo fortify'd,

As what they've loft t' expect, they dare deride :
So both the prais'd and praiser suffer: yet
For others ill, ought none their good neglect.

Jobnfon's Foreft.
That praise contents me more which one imparts,
Of judgment found, though of a mean degree;
Than praise from princes, void of princely parts,
Who have more wealth, but not more wit than he.
E. of Sterline's Cræfus.
And

And what is moft commended at this time,
Succeeding ages may account a crime.

E. of Sterline's Darius.

Of which vain minds, it may be truly faid,
Who love falfe praise, of falfe fcorns are afraid.

Lord Brooke on Fame and Honour.

Too eager a defence argues a strong,
Oppofition; and too veh❜ment a praise,
Draws a fufpicion of others worthy disparagement.
Set tapers to bright day, it ill befits ;

Good wines can vent themselves, and not good wits.
Marflon's What you will.
True praife, the brow of common men doth ring;
Falfe, only girts the temples of a king.

Marfton's Second Part of Antonio and Mellida.
I have made short the hours that time made long ;
And chain'd mine ears to his moft pleafing tongue :
My lips have waited on your praises worth,
And fnatch'd his words ere he could get them forth:
When he had spoke, and fomething by the way
Hath broke off, that he was about to fay,

I kept in mind where from his tale he fell,"
Calling on him the refidue to tell.

Oft he would fay, how fweet a prince is he !
When I have prais'd him, but for praising thee;
And to proceed, I would entreat and wooe;
And yet to cafe him, help to praise thee too.

Drayton's Countess of Salisbury to the Black Prince.
He heightens them with commendation: Praise
Is the reflection doth from virtue rife:
Thefe fair encoiniums do virtue raise

To higher acts to praise is to advise. Telling men what they are, we let them fee, And reprefent to them, what they fhould be.

To refufe juft praise,

Aleyn's Poitiers.

Is an extreme, worse, than man's over-weening
Opinion of himself.

Nabbs's Hannibal and Scipio.

A Venus and Diana mixt in one

She was; whose wit was ev'n in greenest years
Flowing as nectar; ripe as autumn fhewn,

And crown'd with graces, envy'd by white hairs:
Which who can tell? and yet who cannot tell?
Well may I praise her, but not praise her well.
To do it meanly, were no lefs difgrace,

Than a coarse garment to a princely dame;
Or homely painting to a lovely face;
Or a brass fetting to a precious gem.

Think not weak mufe by thy low fong to raise her;
'Tis praise enough, that none enough can praise her.

Praife is but virtue's fhadow; who court her,
Doth more the handmaid than the dame admire.

Baron.

Heath's Claraftella.

This is new court thrift; they are not able
To maintain flatterers, therefore bely

Each other, with their own praises.

Sir W. Davenant's Siege. Now he brings

The youths to view the temple built for praise;
Where olive for th' Olympian victor springs;
Myrtle, for lovers; and for war's triumph, bays.
Thefe, as rewards of praife, about it grew;
For lib'ral praife, from an abundant mind,
Does ev'n the conqueror of fate fubdue ;
Since heav'n's good king is captive to the kind.
Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.

Commend but fparingly whom thou dof. love;
But lefs condemn whom thou doft not approve ;
Thy friend like flatt'ry, too much praise doth wrong;
And too fharp cenfure fhews an evil tongue.

Denham.

Hark how they bandy praife, and flatt'ry round!
Each takes her turn to catch it at rebound;