Indeed, true gladness doth not always speak:
Joy bred, and born but in the tongue, is weak.
Johnson on the Coronation.
Swell, fwell, my joys: and faint not to declare
Yourselves as ample, as your causes are.
True joy is only hope put out of fear;
And honour hideth error ev'ry where.
Joys that are born unlook'd for; are born dumb.
Dekker and Webster's Weftward Hoe.
For danger's fauce gives joy a better taste.
Left you should break the veffel, you shou'd fill.
Joy never feafts fo high,
As when the first course is of mifery.
Joys are not joys, that always ftay;
And conftant pleasures don't delight, but cloy.
I could have heard fuch founds with raging joys;
But now it comes too late:
Give blind men beauty; mufick to the deaf;
Give profp'rous winds to fhips that have no fails;
Their joys will be like mine.
All fhew'd as fresh, and fair, and innocent,
As virgins to their lovers first survey;
Joy'd as the fpring, when March his fighs has spent,
And April's fweet rash tears are dry'd by May.
And this confed'rate joy fo fwell'd each breaft,
That joy would turn to pain without a vent,
Therefore their voices heav'n's renown expreft;
Though tongues ne'er reach,what minds fo nobly meant.
Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.
My joys, like men in crowds, prefs out so fast ;
They ftop by their own numbers, and their haste.
Sir Robert Howard's Veftal Virgin.
Wonder and joy fo faft together flow,
Their hafte to pass, has made their paffage flow;
Like ftruggling waters in a veffel pent,
Whose crowding drops choak up the narrow vent.
Sir Robert Howard's Indian Queen.
Wife Heaven doth fee it as fit
In all our joys to give us fome allays,
As in our forrows comforts: When our fails
Are fill'd with happiest winds, then we most need
Some heaviness to ballast us.
Fountain's Rewards of Virtue.
There is no ftate, in which the bounteous Gods
Have not plac'd joy, if men would seek it out.
JUDGE.
So constantly the judges conftrue laws;
That all agree ftill with the stronger cause.
When after execution, judgment hath
Repented o'er his doom.
Shakespear's Meafure for Measure.
He hath fuch a judge, a man fo learned,
So full of equity, fo noble, fo notable;
In the progrefs of his life, fo innocent;
In the manage of his office fo incorrupt;
In the paffages of state fo wife; in
Affection to his country fo religious;
In all his fervices to the king fo
Fortunate and exploring, as envy
It felf cannot accufe, or malice vitiate :
Whom all lips will open to commend; and
In their hearts will erect altars, and statues,
Columns, and obelisks, pillars, and pyramids,
To the perpetuity of his name and mem'ry.
Chapman and Shirley's Admiral of France.
This one more leffon, out of the events
Of these affairs now past, that whatsoever
Charge or commiffion judges have from us,
They ever make their aim ingenuous justice';
Not partial for reward, or fwelling favour;
To which if your king steer you, fpare to obey:
For when his troubled blood is clear, and calm,
He will repent that he purfu'd his rage,
Before his pious law; and hold that judge
Unworthy of his place, that lets his cenfure
Float in the waves of an imagin'd favour :
This fhipwracks in the haven; and but wounds
Their confcience, that smooth the soon ebb'd humours
Of their incenfed king.
Chapman and Shirley's Admiral of France.
He was then a judge, and in Cathedrâ,
In which he could not err; it may be
Lordship's cafe out of the chair and feat
Of juftice, he hath his frailties, is loos'd
And expos'd to the conditions of other
Human natures; fo ev'ry judge, your lordships
Are not ign'rant hath a kind of priv❜lege
While he is in ftate, office and being;
And although he may quoad fe, internally,
And privately, be guilty of brib'ry of
Juftice; yet quoad nos, and in publick,
He is an upright and innocent judge:
We are to take no notice, nay, we deferv'd
To fuffer, if we fhould detect or stain
Him; for in that, we difparage th' office,
Which is the king's, and may be our own; but
Once remov'd from his place by just dishonour
Of the king, he is no more a judge, but
A common perfon, whom the law takes hold
On; and we are then to forget what he
Hath been; and without partiality,
To ftrip and lay him open to the world,
A counterfeit and corrupt judge. As for
Example, he may, and ought to flourish
In his greatnefs, and break any man's neck,
With as much facility as a jest;
But the cafe being alter'd, and he down,
Ev'ry fubject fhall be heard: A wolf may
Be apparell'd in a lamb-skin; and if
Ev'ry man fhould be afraid to speak truth,
Nay and more than truth; if the good of the
Subject, which are clients, fometimes require
It, there would be no remove of officers;
If no remove, no motions; if no motion
In court, no heat; and by confequence but
Cold terms: take away this moving, this removing
Of judges, the law may bury itfelf
In buckram, and the kingdom fuffer for
Want of a due execution.
Chapman and Shirley's Admiral of France. Fly, judges fly, corruption's in your court;
The judge of truth, hath made your judgment fhort:
Look fo to judge, that at the latter day
Ye be not judg'd with those that wend astray;
Who paffeth judgment for his private gain,
He well may judge, he is adjug'd to pain.
T. Lodge and R. Green's Looking-glafs for Lond. and Eng. It well becomes that judge to nod at crimes,
That does commit greater himself, and lives.
Tourneur's Revenger's Tragedy.
This is the court fure, whose eminence proclaims
Fair justice' feat is here; who fits on high
That no man should fufpect partiality:
Here in rich purple clad, her follow'rs go;
Each man for his defert, and not for fhew.
Th'opprefs'd poor man's advocate, whofe unfeed tongues
Turn willing orators, retort the wrongs
Upon the oppreffor's head: Their brains are troubl'd About affairs of state, the kingdom's good;
While others fleep fecure, thefe fpend their blood:
Out-watch the tedious night, only to gain
Titles of honour, hardly worth the pain.
Dauborne's Poor Man's Comfort.
1. He speaks with others tongues, and hears mens fuits With others ears: Will feem to fleep o'th'bench Only to entrap offenders in their answers;
Dooms men to death by information ;
Rewards by hear-fay. 2. Then the law to him
Is like a foul black cob-web to a spider;
He makes it his dwelling, and a prifon
To intangle thofe fhall feed him."
Webster's Dutchess of Malfy.
What can innocence hope for,
When fuch as fit her judges are corrupted?
Mafinger's Maid of Honour.
1. Men that are eminent in law, are wont To be ambitious of honour.
2. Oh, fir! 'tis a maxim in our politicks,
A judge destroys a mighty practifer:
When they grow rich and lazy, they are ripe
For honour.
Shirley's Honoria and Mammen.
Makes us her inftrument, fhould we be partial
I'th'execution; 'twere to mock the pow'r
Nabbs's Hannibal and Scipio.
Th'offence is greatest in the inftrument
That hath the pow'r to punish; and in laws,
The author's trepass makes the fouleft caufe
Who painted juftice blind, did not declare
What magiftrates fhould be, but what they are :
Not fo much 'cause they rich and poor should weigh
In their juft fcales alike; but because they
Now blind with bribes, are grown fo weak of fight,
They'll fooner feel a cause, than see it right.
Heath's Claraftella.
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