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U D G M E N T.
Shakej pear's Hamlet.
Shakespear's Romeo and Juliet, Mens judgments fway, on that fide fortune leans.
Chapman's Widow's Tears. Your reason and your will are much the same ; You can desire nothing but what that does : First, having weigh'd and ponder'd well each scruple That may object itself, commend as good ; For whatsoever bounds our affection, Must first appear unto the judgment lovely; It standing centinel, questioning all That pass unto the closet of the will.
Mead's Combat of Love and Friendhip. You bring a judgment deeper than the sea : And as in deepest seas we safest be, So in your judgment's depths we may endure All empire's sudden storms, and sleep secure.
Sir W. Davenant on the Restauration. How can your judgment, as profound as seas, Be lik’d by those whom fears of depth displease? That fo of deeper knowledge are afraid, As women are with depths of seas dismay'd : Who rather trust those rivers where they may Still see the dreaded bottom of their way : Whilft more experienc'd seamen shallows shun, And hoist all fails, where deeper channels run. But as the Spaniards, whom mere wind and chance Did westward lead, and to wild thrones advance, Thought to walk on with empire, till they came Where the declining fun does quench his flame ; Till they did reach the utmoit bounds of light, And saw him steal into the bed of night :
Then thought, they could that spacious empire fway,
Sir W. Davenant on the Restauration.
you have pow'r to sheath it so; that where You execute, you may a murder do, or facrifice.
Sir W. Davenant's Just Italian. If judgment could in solemn dulness lie, Which weaker rulers wear for gravity, Then those must needs transcendent judgments have, That would instruct wise nature to be grave.
A well-establish'd judgmnent, such as yours,
Sir W. Davenant on the Restauration.
Denham. JU S T I CE. Nought is on earth more sacred or divine,
That gods and men do equally adore Than this same virtue, that doth right define ; For th'heavens themselves, whence mortal men im
To his inferior gods; and evermore
Well therefore did the antique world invent,
That justice was a god of sov'reign grace ;
And heav'nly honours in the highest place:
With feigned colours shading a true case :
Spenser's Fairy Queen. 1. Yet some shew pity. 2. I few it most of all, when I shew justice; For then I pity those, I do not know ; Which a dismiss’d offence, would after gaul ; And do him right, that answ'ring one foul wrong, Lives not to act another.
Shakespear's Measure for Measure. May one be pardon'd, and retain th’offence ? In the corrupted currents of this world, Offences gilded hand may shove by justice ; And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above : There, is no Muffling ; there, the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell’d, Ev'n to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.
Johnson's Catiline. Just men are only free, the rest are slaves.
Chapman's Cæfar and Pompey.
There's no needle
The timely dial being held amiss,
Chapman and Shirley's Admiral of France. Clear-ey'd Astrea next, with rev'rend brow)
Clad in cæleftial hue, which best she likes, Comes with her balance, and her sword, to shew That first her judgment weighs, before it strikes.
Daniel's Goddesses. Offences urg'd in publick, are made worse ; The shew of justice aggravates despight. The multitude, that look not to the cause, Reft fatify'd, so it seem done by laws.
Daniel's Civil War. If but one virtue did adorn a king, It would be justice ; many great defects Are veild thereby: Whereas each virtuous thing In one who is not just, the world suspects.
E. of Sterline's Darius, If what were best for them that do offend, Laws did inquire, the answer must be grace ; If mercy be fo large, where's justice place?
Lord Brooke's Muftapha. 1. Justice that makes princes like the gods, draws Us unto the senate, That with impartial balance we may poize The crimes and innocence of all offenders.. Our presence, can chace brib’ry from the laws; He best can judge, that hears himself the cause. 2. True, mighty duke, it best becomes our places, To have our light from you, the son of virtue : Subject authority, for gain, love or fear, Oft quits the guilty, and condemns the clear.
Marston's Insatiate Countess.