From imminent ruin; and like burnish'd steel,

After long use he fhin'd.

Chapman's Buffey D'ambois.

That, by their fubaltern minifters

May be perform'd as well, and with more grace; For, to command it to be done, inferrs

More glory than to do. It doth embase
Th'opinion of a pow'r t'invulgar fo

That facred prefence, which fhould never go,
Never be seen, but e'en as gods, below
Like to our Perfian king in glorious fhew;
And who, as ftars affixed to their sphere,
May not defcend, to be, from what they are.

Daniel's Philotas.

Court honours, and your fhadows of true joy,
That shine like ftars, but till a greater light
Drown your weak luftre; I abjure your fight;
Ev'n from my meditations, and my thoughts
I banish your inticing vanities;

And closely kept within my study walls,
As from a cave of reft, henceforth I'll fee
And fmile, but never tafte your misery.

Goffe's Raging Turk. 1. How like you this fair folitary life?

2. As fhipwrack'd men the fhore, or pris'ners liberty.
I never thought a pleasure good in life to be,
Until I found it here.

1. This your content doth bring into my mind
Those days that Cavus liv'd upon the plain,
Unhappy courtier, yet a happy fwain.
Methinks I now do hear his well-tun'd pipe
That drew the cov'tous ear of lift'ning fhepherds.
To hear him chant his paffed mifery.

Thy father's

Dauborne's Poor Man's Comfort:

poverty has made thee happy ; For, though 'tis true, this folitary life

Suits not with youth and beauty, O my child!
Yet 'tis the sweeteft guardian to protect

Chafte

Chafte names from court-afperfions: There a lady
Tender and delicate in years and graces,

That doats upon the charms of eafe and pleasure,
Is fhipwrack'd on the fhore; for 'tis much fafer
To trust the ocean in a leaking fhip,

'Than follow greatness in the wanton rites
Of luxury and floth.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Laws of Candy.

Was man e'er blefs'd with that excess of joy
Equal to ours, to us that feel no want

Of high court favours, life's licentiousness:
Kings have their cares, and in their highest state,
Want of free pleasures crowns us fortunate.

I'd rather like the violet grow
Unmark'd i'th' fhaded vale,

Richards's Meffallina.

Than on the hill thofe terrors know
Are breath'd forth by an angry gale:

There is more pomp above, more fweet below.

Yours is a virtue of inferior rate;'

Habbington's Cafara.

Here in the dark a pattern, where 'tis barr'd From all your fex that should her imitate,

And of that pomp which fhould her foes reward: Retir'd, as weak monafticks fly from care;

Or devout cowards fteal to forts, their cells, From pleafures, which the world's chief dangers are; Her's 'paffes yours, as valour fear excels.

Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.

O happiness of fweet retir'd content!

To be at once fecure and innocent.

Denham.

Though he in all the people's eyes feem'd great,
Yet greater he appear'd in his retreat.

Let us to private fhades,

For darkness and dishonour best agree.

Ibid.

Crown's Regulus.

How mis'rable a thing is a great man!
Take noify vexing greatness they that please,
Give me obfcure, and fafe, and filent ease:
Acquaintance and commerce let me have none,
With any pow'rful thing, but time alone :
My reft let time be fearful to offend,
And creep by me, as by a flumb'ring friend :
Till with ease glutted, to my grave I steal,
As men to fleep, after a plenteous meal.

Crown's Theftes.

REVENGE.

To be reveng'd of a woman, were a
Thing than love itself more womanish.

Lilly's Endimion. Now I might do it pat, now he is praying;

And now I'll do't,

- and fo he goes to heav'n.

And fo am I reveng'd? That would be scann'd;
A villain kills my father, and for that,

I, his fole fon, do this fame villain fend

To heav'n.--O this is hire and falary, not revenge.
He took my father grofly, full of bread,

With all his crimes broad-blown, as flush as May;
And how his audit ftands, who knows, fave heav'n?
But in our circumftance and course of thought,
'Tis heavy with him. Am I then reveng'd,
To take him in the purging of his foul,
When he is fit and feafon'd for his paffage?
Up fword, and know thou a more horrid bent;
When he is drunk, afleep, or in his rage,
Or in th' incestuous pleasure of his bed;
At gaming, fwearing, or about fome act
That has no relish of falvation in't :

Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heav'n;
And that his foul may be as damn'd and black

As hell, whereto it goes.

Shakespear's Hamlet.

Horror hath her degrees: There is excefs
In all revenge, that may be done with less.

Lord Brooke's Alaham.

Revenge falls heavy, that is rais'd by love.

Marfton's Infatiate Countess.

Oh mine's revenge!

And who on that does dream,

Must be a tyrant ever in extreme.

Who ftrikes a lion, must be fure ftrike home;
Left aiming at his life, he lose his own.

Ibid.

Dauborne's Poor Man's Comfort.

The fairest action of our humane life,
Is fcorning to revenge an injury;
For who forgives without a further ftrife,
His adverfary's heart to him doth tie:
And 'tis a firmer conqueft truly faid,
To win the heart, than overthrow the head.
If we a worthy enemy do find,

To yield to worth, it must be nobly done :
But if of bafer metal be his mind,

In base revenge there is no honour won.
Who would a worthy courage overthrow ?
And who would wrestle with a worthless foe ?

We fay our hearts are great, and cannot yield;

Because they cannot yield, it proves them poor:
Great hearts are task'd beyond their pow'r ; but feld
The weakest lion will the loudeft roar.

Truth's school for certain doth this fame allow,
High heartedness doth fometimes teach to bow.
A noble heart doth teach a virtuous fcorn;
To fcorn to owe a duty over long:

To fcorn to be for benefits forborn;

To fcorn to lie, to fcorn to do a wrong:

To fcorn to bear an injury in mind;
To fcorn a free-born heart flave-like to bind.
But if for wrongs we needs revenge must have,
Then be our vengeance of the noblest kind :
Do we his body from our fury save,

And let our hate prevail against his mind ?

Wha

What can 'gainst him a greater vengeance be,
Than make his foe more worthy far than he?

Lady Carew's Mariam.

All arm'd with malice, either lefs or more,
To strike at him, who ftruck at all before.

Drayton's Barons Wars.

The boift'rous ocean when no winds oppose,
Grows calm; revenge is loft, when 't hath no foes.

Goffe's Couragious Turk.

The best revenge is to reform our crimes;

Then time crowns forrows, forrows fweeten times. Middleton and Rowley's Spanish Gipfey.

You fatisfy your anger, and revenge :
Suppofe this, it will not

Repair your lofs; and there was never yet
But fhame, and scandal in a victory,

When rebels unto reafon, paffions fought it.
Then for revenge, by great fouls it was ever
Contemn'd, though offer'd, entertain'd by none
But cowards, bafe, and abject spirits; strangers
To moral honesty, and never yet

Acquainted with religion.

How just foever

Malfinger's City Madam.

Our reasons are to remedy our wrongs,

We're yet to leave them to their will and pow'r,

That to that purpose have authority.

Maffinger and Field's Fatal Dowry.

Wife men fecure their fates; and execute

Invifibly, like that moft fubtil flame

That burns the heart; yet leaves no path, or touch

Upon the skin to follow or fufpect it.

A true Italian spirit is a ball

Shirley's Traitor

Of wild-fire, hurting most, when it seems spent :
Great ships on small rocks beating oft, are rent.
Sam. Rowley's Noble Spanish Soldier.

-Revenge