Doft thou defire her fouly, for those things

That make her good? oh, let her brother live!
Thieves for their robb'ry have authority,

When judges steal themselves. What? do I love her,
That I defire to hear her speak again?

And feaft upon her eyes? what is't I dream on ?
Oh cunning enemy, that to catch a faint,
With faints doft bait thy hook! most dangerous
Is that temptation that doth goad us on

To fin, in loving virtue: never could the ftrumpet,
With all her double vigour, art and nature,

Once ftir my temper; but this virtuous maid

Subdues me quite ever till now,

:

When men were fond, I fmil'd; and wonder'd how,
Shakespear's Measure for Measure.

This is woman, who well knows her ftrength,
And trims her beauty forth in blushing pride,
To draw, as doth the wanton morning fun
The eyes of men to gaze: but mark their natures,
And from their cradles you fhall fee them take
Delight in making babies, devifing christ'nings,
Bidding of goffips, calling to up-fittings,
And then to feftivals, and folemn churchings;
In imitation of the wanton ends,

Their riper years will aim at. But go further,
And look upon the very mother of mischief,

Who as her daughters ripen, and do bud

Their youthful fpring, ftraight the inftructs them how To fet a glofs on beauty, add a luftre

To the defect of nature; how to use

The mystery of painting, curling, powd'ring,
And with ftrange perriwiggs, pin-knots, borderings,
To deck them up like to a vintner's bush,
For men to gaze at on a midfummer-night.
This done, they are inftructed by like art,
How to give entertainment and keep distance
With all their futors, friends, and favourites;
When to deny, and when to feed their hopes;

Now

Now to draw on, and then again put off;
To frown and fmile; to weep and laugh outright,
All in a breath, and all to train poor man
Into his ruin nay, by art they know
How to form all their gefture; how to add
A Venus mole on ev'ry wanton cheek;
To make a grateful dimple when fhe laughs:
And, if her teeth be bad, to lifp and fimper,
Thereby to hide that imperfection :

And thefe once learn'd, what wants the tempter now,
To fnare the ftouteft champion of men?

Therefore, grave judges, let me thus conclude,

Man tempts not woman, woman doth him delude.

Swetnam the Woman Hater.

Thou haft virtue to fecure all; I am confident

Temptations will shake thy innocence

No more, than waves, that climb a rock, which foon Betray their weakness; and discover thee,

More clear and more impregnable.

Shirley's Hide-Park.

What a frail thing is man! it is not worth
Our glory to be chaft, while we deny
Mirth and converse with women: He is good,
That dares the tempter, yet corrects his blood.

Shirley's Lady of Pleafure.

Let me, tho' late, yet at the last begin
To fhun the least temptation to a fin;
Though to be tempted be no fin, untill
Man to th' alluring object gives his will.

She who will run fo near the brink of fin,
If ftrongly pufh'd, is fure to tumble in.

Herrick.

Crown's Married Beau.

TIME.

For that which might by fecret means hath wrought, By tract of time to open fhew is brought.

Mirror for Magiftrates.

The time is out of joint; oh curfed spight!
That ever I was born to fet it right.

For he is but a baftard t the time,

Shakespear's Hamlet.

That doth not fmack of obfervation.

Shakespear's King John.

Time travels in divers paces, with divers perfons;
I'll tell you who time ambles withal, who time
Trots withal, who time gallops withal,

And who he ftands ftill withal.

2. Prithee whom doth he trot withal?

1. Marry, he trots hard with a young maid, between The contract of her marriage, and the day

It is folemniz'd; if the interim

Be but a fe'nnight, time's pace is fo hard, That it seems the length of feven years. 2. Who ambles time withal?

1. With a priest that lacks Latin,

And with a rich man that hath not the gout;
For th' one fleeps eafily, 'cause he cannot ftudy;
And th' other lives merrily, 'caufe he feels no pain:
The one lacking the burthen of lean and
Wafteful learning; the other knowing no
Burthen of heavy tedious penury.

2. Whom doth he gallop withal?
1. With a thief to the gallows :

For though he goes as foftly as foot can fall,
He thinks himielf too foon there.

2. Whom ftays it still withal?

1. With the lawyers in the vacation; for they fleep Between term and term, and then they perceive

Not how time moves.

It is an argument the times are fore

When virtue cannot fafely be advanc'd,

Nor vice reprov'd.

Shakespear's As you like it.

Johnson's Sejanus

Daniel's Civil Wq1.

Altho' the cause seem'd right, and title ftrong,
The time of doing it, yet makes it wrong.

Injurious time, unto the good unjust;
Oh how may weak pofterity fuppofe
Ever to have their merit from the dust,
'Gainft them thy partiality that knows!
To thy report, O who fhall ever trust!
Triumphant arches building unto those
Allow'd the longest memory to have,
That were the most unworthy of a grave!

Drayton in the Mirror for Magiftrates
Men rail at Jove, and figh for Saturn's time,
And to the prefent, ages paft prefer;

Then burden would the gods with ev'ry crime,
And damn the heav'ns, where only earth doth err.
E. of Sterline's Julius Cæfar.
Ripe I yet am not to destroy fucceffion,

The vice of other kingdoms, give him time:
The fates without me, can make no progreffion;
By me alone, ev'n truth doth fall or climb:
The inftant petty webs, without me fpun,
Untimely ended be, as they begun.

Lord Brooke's Muftapha. Daughter of heaven am I, but God, none greater;

Pure like my parents, life and death of action, Author of ill fuccefs to ev'ry creature,

Whose pride against my periods make a faction: With me who go along, rife while they be ; Nothing of mine refpects eternity.

I bring the truth to light, detect the ill;
My native greatness fcorneth bounded ways;
Untimely pow'r, a few days ruin will;

Yea, worth it felf falls, till I lift to raise.
The earth is mine; of earthly things the care
I leave to men, that like them, earthy are.

Time hath several falls,

Griefs lift up joys, feafts put down funerals.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Tourneur's Revenger's Tragedy.

Old time will end our story;
But no time, if we end well, will end our glory.
Beaumont and Fletcher's Sea Voyage.
He cuts the green tufts off th' enamel'd plain,
And with his fcythe hath many a fummer fhorn
The plow'd lands lab'ring with a crop of corn:
Who from the cloud-clipt mountains by his stroke
Fells down the lofty pine, the cedar, oak:
He opes the flood gates, as occafion is,

Sometimes on that man's land, fometimes on this.
He had a being, ere there was a birth;
And fhall not cease, untill the fea and earth:
And what they both contain, fhall cease to be;
Nothing confines him but eternity.

By him the names of good men ever live,
Which short liv'd men unto oblivion give
And in forgetfulness he lets him fall,
'That is no other man than natural :

'Tis he alone that rightly can discover,
Who is the true, and who the feigned lover.

Brown's Paftorals. Time is the moth of nature, devours all beauty.

Shirley's Humorous Courtier.

The ancient times what is the best do fhew;

The modern teach what is moft fit to do.

Aleyn's Poitiers. Time flows from inftants, and of thefe, each one

Should be efteem'd, as if it were alone:
The shortest space, which we fo highly prize
When it is coming, and before our eyes,
Let it but flide into th' eternal main,
No realms, no worlds can purchase it again :
Remembrance only makes the footsteps laft,
When winged time, which fixt the prints is paft.
Sir John Beaumont.

Weep no more for what is past;

For time in motion makes fuch hafte

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