Our foot upon fome rev'rend history;
And queftionless, here in this open court,
Which now lies naked to the injuries
Of ftormy weather, fome lie interr'd

Lov'd the church fo well, and gave fo largely to't,
They thought it should have canopy'd their bones
Till doomsday: But all things have their end;

Churches and cities, which have diseases like to men,
Muft have like death that we have.

Webster's Dutchess of Malfy.

-She but fhews thee

The eafy path to ruin, whose broad entrance
Painted with falfeft pleasures, ends in a point
Of all the ends that attend on mifery

Contracted into one.

-Deftruction

Nabbs's Microcofmus.

Denham's Sophy.

O'ertakes as often thofe that fly, as those that
Boldly meet it.

All things decay with time; the foreft fees
The growth and downfal of her aged trees
That timber tall, which threefcore luftres stood
The proud dictator of the ftate-like wood;
I mean the fov'reign of all plants, the oak,
Droops, dies, and falls without the cleaver's ftroke.

Herrick.

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SAFE T Y

COUGHT's had, all's fpent,

Where our defire is got without content :

Tis fafer to be that which we destroy,
Than by deftruction dwell in doubtful joy.

Shakespear's Macbeth.

But

But when men think they most in safety stand;
Their greatest peril often is at hand.

-This rule is certain;

Drayton's Barons Wars.

He that pursues his fafety from the school
Of state, muft learn to be madman, or fool.

John Ford's Lovers Melancholy.

Their fafeties had no counterpoife at all:
Like fcales, this cannot rife, unless that fall.

Aleyn's Henry VIL

Your ruin yet apears not, and you think
Because it lurks, you are safe:
He that will be truly fecure, muft found
A peace on the deftruction of all things
That can impeach it.

I.

-In that calm harbour,

Killegrew's Confpiracy.

All thoughts have been fecur'd from storm.

2. Thou may'st be much deceiv'd: The fhip-wrack paft, The calmeft waters may conceal the fate,

As well as the infulting waves.

Sir R. Howard's Blind Lady.

What though the sea be calm? truft to the shore ;
Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.

Too happy were men, if they understood :

'There is no fafety, but in being good.

Herrick.

Fountain's Rewards of Virtue. SATIR E.

In fatires, each man, though untouch'd, complains

As he were hurt; and hates fuch biting strains.

Johnson's Poetafler.

Yet fatires, fince the most of mankind be

Their unavoided subject, fewest see :

For none e'er took that pleasure in fin's sense;
But, when they heard it tax'd, took more offence.

Johnson on Dr. Donne's Death.

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I'm one whofe whip of steel can with a lash,
Imprint the characters of shame fo deep,
Ev'n in the brazen forehead of proud fin,
That not eternity fhall wear it out.

When I but frown'd in my Lucilius' brow,

Each conscious cheek grew red; and a cold trembling Freez'd the chill'd foul; while ev'ry guilty breast Stood fearful of diffection, as afraid

To be anat'miz'd by that skillful hand,`

And have each artery, nerve, and vein of fin
By it laid open to the publick scorn.

I have untrufs'd the proudeft; greatest tyrants

Have quak'd below my pow'rful whip, half dead
With expectation of the fmarting jerk;

Whose wound no falve can cure. Each blow doth leave
A lafting fear, that with a poison eats

Into the marrow of their fame, and lives ;
Th' eternal ulcer to their memories.

Randolph's Mufes Looking-Glafs.
So doft thou aim thy darts, which ev❜n when
They kill the poisons, do but wake the men.
Thy thunders thus but purge; and we endure
Thy lancings better than another's cure:
And justly too; for th' age grows more unfound
From the fools balfam, than the wifeman's wound.
Cartwright.

Thy ftar was judgment only and right sense;
Thyfelf being to thyfelf an influence:
Stout beauty is thy grace; ftern pleasures do
Prefent delights, but mingle horrors too :

Thy mufe doth thus, like Jove's fierce girl appear,
With a fair hand, but grafping of a fpear.

SECRECY, SECRETS.

My anticipation fall prevent your

Ibid.

Discovery; and your secrecy to

The king and queen moult no feather.

Shakespear's Hamlet.
Why

Why have I blabb'd? Who fhall be true to us,
When we are fo unfecret to ourselves?

Shakespear's Troilus and Creffida.

'Tis no fin love's fruits to fteal;

But the fweet thefts to reveal':
To be taken, to be seen;

These have crimes accounted been.

A fecret in his mouth,

Is like a wild bird put into a cage

Johnson's Volpone.

Whose door no fooner opens, but 'tis out.

The open merry man

Johnfon's Cafe is alter'd.

Moves like a sprightly river; and yet can
Keep fecret in his channels what he breeds,
'Bove all your ftanding waters choak'd with weeds.
They look at beft like cream-bowls, and you foon
Shall find their depth; they're founded with a fpoon.
They may fay grace, and for love's chaplains pafs
But the grave lover ever was an afs;

Is fix'd upon one leg, and dares not come
Out with the other, for he's still at home:
Like the dull weary'd crane, that, come on land,
Doth while he keeps his watch, betray his ftand
Where he that knows, will, like a lap-wing fly,
Far from the neft, and fo himself belie
To others; as he will deferve the trust
Due to that one that doth believe him juft.

Johnson's Underwoods.
Our grave counsellor

Well knows that great affairs will not be forg'd
upon anvils that are lin'd with wool.
We must afcend to our intention's top,

But

Like clouds, that be not seen, till they be up

Chapman's Second Part of Byron's Confpiracy

Intents ill carry'd are, that men may know ;:
When things are done, let rumour freely go.

Lord Brooke's Alaham.
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One should look well to whom his mind he leaves;
In dang'rous times, when tales by walls are told,
Men make themselves unneceffar❜ly flaves

Of those, to whom their fecrets they unfold.

E. of Sterline's Julius Cæfar.

1. Canft thou conceal a fecret?

2. Yes, as long as it is a fecret; but
When two know it, how can it be a fecret?
And indeed with what justice can you
Expect fecrecy in me, that cannot
Be private to yourself?

It is an equal fault,

To tell one's fecrets unto all, or none.

Marfion's Fawn.

Webster's Dutchefs of Malfy.

I'll conceal this fecret from the world,
As warily as thofe that deal in poison,
Keep poifon from their children.

Ibid.

Be well advis'd; and think what danger 'tis
To receive a prince's fecrets: They that do,
Had need have their breafts hoop'd with adamant,
To contain them: I pray thee yet be fatisfy'd,
Examine thine own frailty, 'tis more eafy
To tie knots than to unloofe them: 'Tis a fecret,
That, like a ling'ring poifon, may chance lie
Spread in thy veins, and kill thee seven years hence.

Deep policy in us, makes fools of fuch :
Then must a flave die, when he knows too much.

Ibid.

Tourneur's Revenger's Tragedy. For he that prates his fecrets, his heart Stands on the outside.

Secret! I ne'er had that disease o' th 'mother,
I praise my father: Why are men made close,
But to keep thoughts in beft? I grant you this;
Tell but fome women a fecret over-night,

Ibid.

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