Imatges de pÓgina
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Marrying for beauty, only pleases me,
Obliges her, and keeps her humble too.
'Twould be an injustice to all human kind,
If still the rich should only wed the rich ;
The world would then consist only of
Us’rers and beggars : But if rich men
Marry the poor and handsome women, and
The rich women the poor and handsome men;
The gifts of nature and of fortune, will
Be equally distributed : Delight
And wealth fo fhard, will restore to both the
Sexes that happiness, which the old formal
Ways of acting have so long depriv'd them of.
1. Young and handsome is portion enough to
Him that needs not any : I hate constraint
In any thing, and in love above all things.

E. of Orrery's Guzman.
1. Though your structure be
Noble and high, if you will build it on
A low foundation, it can ne'er appear
So high, as if your basis higher were.
You may appear yourself ; but when


Join with an equal, you appear him too.
2. Pardon me, sir, I only him appear,
I lose my name, and all I was before.
I am not greater, when his wife, because
I was a princess ; for should he but wed
The meanest lass in all Arcadia, he
In doing so, would make her full as great
As I should be. Ambitious rivers, whilft
They needs will strive to join with greater floods,
Do add indeed to them ; but lose themselves :
Whilst those that court some fmaller brook, at once
Encrease their waters, and preserve their names.

Fountain's Rewards of Virtue,
The hour of marriage ends the female reign ;
And we give all we have to buy a chain ;

The injury.

Hire men to be our lords, who were our Naves;
And bribe our lovers to be perjur'd knaves.
O how they swear to heaven and the bride,
They will be kind to her, and none beside ;
And to themselves, the while in secret swear,
They will be kind to ev'ry one, but her !

Crown's English Fryar.
M A S T E R.
The master which in passion kills his slave
That may be useful to him, does himself

Maffinger's Unnatural Combat. An equal master ; whose sincere intents Ne'er chang'd good servants, to bad instruments.

Cartwright. By children, servants, neighbours fo efteem'd, He not a master, but a monarch seem'd: All his relations his admirers were ; His fons paid rev'rence, and his servants fear.

Denhams. M E D I O CRI I r. Stand who so list for me,

In highest slipp’ry place:
Though great their glory be,

Yet greater their disgrace:
And who fo subject to mischance,
As those whom fortune doth advance ?
These base, earth-creeping mates,

Proud envy never spies :
When at the greatest states

Her poisond quiver flies.
Each tempeft doth turmoil the feas,
When little lakes have quiet ease.

Brandon's Octavia
Ants live safely, till they have gotten wings,
And juniper is not blown up till it


Hath gotten an high top: The mean estate
Is without care, as long as it continueth
Without pride.

Lilly's Alexander and Campaffe
Thou art a ferryman Phao, yet
A freeman ; pofseffing for riches content,
And for honours quiet. Thy thoughts are no
Higher than thy fortunes, nor thy desires
Greater than thy calling. Who climbeth, stands
On glass, and falls on thorn. Thy heart's thirft is
Satisfy'd with thy hands thrift ; and thy gentle
Labours in the day, turn to sweet slumbers,
In the night. As much doth it delight thee
To rule thine oar in a calm stream ; as it
Doth Sapho to fway the scepter in her
Brave court. Envy never casteth her eye
Low; ambition pointeth always upwards ;
And revenge barketh only at stars.' 'Thou
Farest delicately, if thou hast a
Fare to buy any thing. Thine angle is
Ready, when thine oar is idle; and as
Sweet is the fish, which thou gettest in the
River, as the fowl which others buy in
The market. Thou need 'It not fear poison in
Thy glass; nor treason in thy guard. The wind
Is thy greatest enemy, whose might is
Withitood with policy. O sweet life seldom
Found under a golden covert, often
Under a thatched cottage !

Lilly's Sapho and Phao. We must, in pafling to our wished ends,

Through things call'd good and bad, be like the air, That ev'nly interpos'd betwixt the feas,

And the opposed element of fire ; As either toucheth, but partakes with neither; Is neither hot nor cold, but with a slight And harmless temper, mixt of both th' extremes. Chapman's First Part of Byron's Conspiracy.


Oh mediocrity !
Thou prizeless jewel, only mean men have
But cannot value ; like the precious jem,
Found in the muck-hill by th' ignorant cock.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Queen of Gorinth.
Had I been born a servant, my low life
Had steady stood from all these miseries.
The waving reeds stand free from ev'ry guft,
When the tall Oaks are rent up by the roots.

How a Man may choose a good Wife from bad. I'am that even course that must be kept To shun two dang’rous gulphs; the middle tract 'Twixt Scylla and Charibdis ; the small ifbmus That suffers not th' Ægean tide to meet The violent rage of th' lonian wave. I am a bridge oe'r an impetuous sea; Free, and safe passage to the wary ftep: But he, whose wantonness, or folly dares) Decline to either side, falls desperate Into a certain ruin-Dwell with me, Whose mansion is not plac'd so near the fun, As to complain of 's neighbourhood, and be scorch'd With his directer beams; nor so remote From his bright says, as to be situate Under the icy pole of the cold bear ; But in a temp'rate zone : 'Tis I am fhe, I am the golden mediocrity.

Randolph's Muse's Looking-glass. M E L A N CH 0 L r. Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee Thy ftomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? Why dost thou bend thy eyes upon the earth? And ftart so often when thou fitt'ft alone? Why haft thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks, And giv'n my treasures and my rights of thee, To thick-ey'd mufing, and curs'd melancholy? Shakespear's Firf Part of K. Henry IV.


-Oh melancholy!
Who ever yet could found thy bottom ? find
The Ooze, to thew what coast thy sluggish carrack'
Might eas'lieit harbour in?

Shakespear's Cymbeline.
I am as melancholy as a gib cat,
Or a lugg'd bear; or an old lion, or
A lover's lute ; yea, or the drone of a
Lincolnshire bagpipe. What say'st thou to a
Hare, or the melancholy of Moor-ditch ?

Shakespear's Firft Part of K. Henry IV. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, Which is emulation ; nor the musician's, Which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, Which is pride ; nor the foldier's, which is Ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politick; Nor the lady's, which is nice ; nor the lover's, Which is all these : but it is a melancholy Of mine own; compounded of many simples, Extracted from many objects, and, indeed, The sundry contemplation of my travels ; In which my often rumination wraps me In a most hum'rous sadness.

Shakespear's As you like it. I'll bear me in some strain of melancholy, And string myself with heavy-founding wire, Like such an instrument, that speaks merry things fadly.

Tourneur's Revenger's Tragedy. This foul melancholy Will poison all his goodness ; for I'll tell you, If too immod'rate sleep be truly said To be an inward rust unto the soul ; It then doth follow, want of action Breeds all black malecontents ; and their close rearing, Like moths in cloaths, do hurt for want of wearing.

Webfter's Dutchefs of Malfy. - That melancholy Though ending in distraction, should work


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