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Not giving like to those, whose gifts though Scant,
Pain them as if they gave with gouty hand ;
Such vex chemselves, and case not others want
Sir W. Davenant's Gondiberi.
Then what thou mean't to give, ftill promise less;
Hold faft the pow'r, thy promise to increase.
What time by torch-light they attempt the cave,
Which at their entrance seemed in a fright,
With the reflection that their armour gave,
As it till then had ne'er seen any light ;
Which, striving there preheminence to have,
Darkness therewith fo daringly doth fight ;
That cach confounding other, both appear,
As darkness light, and light but darkness were.
The craggy clifts, which cross them as they go,
Made, as their passage they would have deny d.
And threatend them their journey to forflow,
As angry with the path that was their guide, And sadly seem'd their discontent to thew,
To the vile hand that did them first divide: Whose cumb'rous falls and risings seem'd to say, So ill an action could not brook the day.
Drayton's Barons Wars.
GL OR ř.
Glory, is like a circle in the water ;
Which never ceaseth to inlarge itself,
Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
Shakespear's First Part of King Henry VI.
- You thrust rather with the love
of your own glory, than with duty lead ;
You have done much : Yet all your councils prove
You ty'd still your atchievements to the head Of your own honour ; when it had been meet, You had them laid down at your sov'reign's feet.
When this brittle glory thus is gotten,
The keeping is as painful, more confuse : Fame lives by doing, is with reft forgotten : '
She those that would injoy her doth refuse, Woo'd like a Lais, will be, and observ'd; Ever_ill kept, fince never well deserv'd.
Lord Brooke on Fame and Honour,
Never any state
Could rise, or stand, without this thirit of glory,
Of noble works, as well the mould as story.
For else what governor would spend his days,
In envious travel for the publick good ?
Who would in books search after dead mens ways?
Or in the war, what soldier lose his blood ?
Liv'd not this fame in clouds, kept as a crown,
Both for the sword, the scepter and the gown.
Lord Brooke, Ibid. Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright; But look'd too near, have neither heat, nor light.
Webster's Dutchess of Malfy.
-For all may have,
If they dare try, a glorious life, or grave.
For this world's glory
Is figurd in the moon ; they both wax dull,
And suffer their eclipses in their full.
Aleyn's Crefory. We at the sun's one moment's rest, should more Admire, than at his glorious course before: Glory, like time, progression does require ; When it does cease t'advance, it does expire.
E. of Orrery's Tragedy of Muftapba. Glory and pleasure in my breast contend; Pleafure would seize what glory would defend : Her virrues charm my glory on their side ; But pleasure longs to have his pleafure try'd ; For glory, like a bragging cow'rd, does here Only in beauty's absence domineer:
But in her fight 'twill make a poor defence,
And never stand before victorious sense.
1. I, for my glory, seize on regal crrowns ;
To make my glory, blaze, burn wealthy towns.
The gods for glory, worlds from chaos won ;
The gods for glory kindled up the sun,
And set that noble part of heav'n on fire ;
I'm hourly urgʻd by such divine defire., il
2. Inglorious princes are but half alive,
And want a sense worth all the other five.
G L U T T O N 7.
And by his fide rode loathsome gluttony,
Deformed creature, on a filthy swine ;
His belly was up-blown with luxury,
And éke with fatness swollen were his eyne :
And like a crane, his neck was long and fine,
With which he swallow'd up excessive fealt;
For want whereof poor people oft did pine ;
And all the way, most like a brutish beaft,
He spewed up his gorge, that all did him deteft.
In green vine leaves he was right fitly clad,
For other clothes he could not wear for heat ;
And on his head an ivy garland had,
From under which fast trickled down the fweat :
Still as he rode he somewhat still did eat,
And in his hand did bear a bouzing-can,
Of which he supt so oft, that on his seat
His drunken coarse he scarce upholden can ;
In shape and life, more like a monster than a man.
Unfit he was for any worldly thing,
And eke unable once to stir or go ;.
Not meet to be of counsel to a king,
Whose mind in meat and drink was drowned fo,
That from his friend he seldom knew his foe : Full of diseases was his carcass blue,
And a dry dropsy through his flesh did flow;
Which by mif-diet daily greater grew :
Such one was gluttony, the second of that crew.
Spenser's Fairy Queen, Guy eats all day, and letchers all the night,
So all his meat he tasteth over, twice:
And, striving fo to double his delight,
He makes himself a thorough-fare of vice.
Thus, in his belly, can he change a fin,
Luft it comes out, that gluttony went in.
We don't use to bury in our bellies,
Two hundred thousand duckets, and then boast on't :
Or exercise th' old Roman painful idleness,
With care of fetching fishes far from home ;
The golden-headed Coracine out of Ægypt ;
The Salpa from Ebusus, or the Pelamis,
Which some call summer-whiting from Chalcedon :
Salmons from Aquitain, Helops from Rbodes ;
Cockles from Chios, francid and salted up,
With Far and Sapa How'r, and cocted wine.
We cram no birds, nor, epicurian like,
Enclose fome creeks o'th' fea, as Sergius Crata did;
He that invented the first stews for oysters,
And other fea-fish; who besides the pleasure of his
Own throat, got large revenues by the invention ;
Whose fat example the nobility follow'd :
Nor do we imitate that arch-gormandizer,
With twenty two courses at a dinner ;
And betwixt ev'ry course, he and his guests
Wafhd, and us'd women, then set down and strengthend:
Luft swimming in their dishes, which no sooner
Was tafted, but was ready to be vented.
2. Moft impious epicures.
s. We commend rather
Of two extremes, the parsimony of Pertinax,
Who had half lettices set up to serve again ;
Or his successor Julian, that would make
Three meals of a lean hare, and after, sup
With a green fig, and wipe his beard, as we can.
The old bewailers of excefs, in those days
Complain'd there were more coin bid for a
Cook than for a war-horse ; but now cooks are
Purchas'd after the rate of triumphant, and fome
Dishes after the rate of cooks ; which must needs
Make some of the white house, gormandizers ; especially
Your wealthy plump plebeians; like the hogs,
Which Scaliger cites, that could not move for fat ;
So insenlible either of prick or goad,
That mice made holes to nestle in their buttocks,
And they ne'er felt them. There was once a ruler,
Cyrene's governor, choak'd with his own paunch,
Which death, fat Sanctius, king of Castile, fearing
Through his infinite mass of Belly, rather chose
To be kill'd suddenly, by a pernicious herb
Taken to make him lean, which old Cordeba,
King of Morocco, counsellid his fear to ;
Than he would hazard to be ftung to death,
As that huge cormorant that was choak'd before him.
2. You that are wound up to the height of feeding,
By clime and custom are dispens’d withal ;
You may eat kid, cabrito, calf, and cunny's ;
Eat, and eat ev'ry day, twice if you pleafe.
Nay, the franc'd hen, fatted with milk and corn,
A riot which the inhabitants of Delos
Were first inventors of, or the cramb'd cockle.
1. And in the large feast of our vast ambition,
We count but the white kingdom,whence you came from,
The garden for our cook, to pick his sallads :
The food's lean France, larded with Germany ;
Before which comes the grave chaft Signiory
Of Venice, serv'd in, capon-like, in white broth ;
From our chief oven Italy, the bake-ments ;
Savoy, the falt ; Geneva the chipp'd manchet :
Below the salt, the Netherlands are plac'd,
A common dilla at the lower end o'th' Table,
For meaner pride to fall to. For our second course