« AnteriorContinuar »
And the almighty wisdom, having given
Chapman and Shirley's Admiral of France, Oh how the soul, with all her might,
Doth her celestial forces ftrain, That so she may attain the light
Of natures wonders ; which remain
Hid from our eyes! we strive in vain
We dive fo deep, we find no ground ;
Of mysterys the depth to found:
Thus our desires we never bound ;
The memory may not endure;
E. of Sterline's Cræsus. The mind of man, is this world's true dimension ;
And knowledge is the measure of the mind :
Contains more worlds than all the world can find :
Lord Brooke on Human Learning.
There's nothing makes man feel his miferies,
Middleton's Mayor of Quinborough.
Lady Alimony. Before by death, you never knowledge gain;
For to encrease your knowledge you mult dye:
On which we proudly in this life rely ?
Our own but by opinion, and in part?
And is not knowledge but disputed art? And tho'a bad, yet 'tis a forward guide ;
Who, vexing at the shortnefs of the day, Dorh, to o'ertake swift time, still onward ride;
Whilft we still follow, and fill doubt our way. A guide, who ev'ry step proceeds with doubt ;
Who guessingly her progress doth begin; And brings us back where first she led us out,
To meet dark midnight at our restless inn. It is a plummet to fo fort a line,
As sounds no deeper than the founder's eyes ; The people's mereor, which not long can thine,
Nor far above the middle region rise. This spy from schools gets ill intelligence,
Where art impofing rules, oft gravely errs; She steals to nature's closet, and from thence
Brings nought but undecypher'd characters. She doth, like India's last discovr'rs, boast
of adding to old Maps ; tho the has been But failing by some clear and open coast ; Where all is woody, wild, and dark within.
Falfe learning wanders upward more and more ;
Knowledge, for such there is in some degree,
Though it can never to the highest see.
As clouds, which make earth's arched roof seem low, Reftrain the body's eyes: and still when light
Grows clearer upward, heav'n must higher thew. And as good men, whose minds tow'rds Godhead rise,
Take heaven's height high'r than they can express; So from that height they lower things despise,
And oft contract earth's littleness to less. Of this forbidden fruit, since we but gain
A tafte, by which we only hungry grow; We merely toil to find our study's vain,
And trust to schools, for what they cannot know, If knowledge be the coin of souls, 'tis set
Above the itandard of each common reign;
Is feldom shewn, and foon put up again.
Yet to the next, it oft becomes unknown;
In counterfeits, and for deceit be shewn.
With more than the experience of the dead;
In schools, where all fuccellion may be bred: Then, as in courts, mere strangers bashfully
At first their walk tow'rds private doors begin; But bolder grow, when those they open spy,
And, being enter'd, beckon others in:
So to each studious cell, which would appear,
Likę nature's privy lodgings, my address
. Sir W. Davenant's Philosopher to the Christian. We, for their knowledge, men inspir'd adore ;
Not for those truths they hide, but those they show; And vulgar reason finds, that none knows more Than that which he can make another know.
Sir W. Davenant, Ibid. If our lives motions theirs must imitate, Dur knowledge, like our blood, muft circulate. When, like a bridegroom, from the East, the sun Sets forth, he thither, whence he came, doth run: Into earth's spangy veins the ocean sinks, Those rivers to replenish, which he drinks: So learning, which from reason's fountain springs, Back to the source, some secret channel brings. T'is happy, when our ítreams of knowledge flow To fill their banks, but not to overthrow.
Denham. Though knowledge does beget both joy and love, Yet vice and sorrow too her issue prove ; Press’d with the last, the greatest numbers show; And the world's seeming mischief is, to know.
Sir R. Horvard's Vestal Virgin. For in much wisdom lies much grief; and those That increase knowledge, but increase their woes.
L A W. E have strict statutes, and most biting laws, Which for these nineteen years we have let sleep; Ev’n like an oe'r grown lion in a cave, That goes not out to prey: Now, as fond fathers, Having bound up the threat’ning twigs of birch, Only to stick it in their children's sigle, For terror, not to use; in time the rod's More mock'd than fear'd: So our decrees, Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead; And liberty plucks justice by the nose ; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum.
Shakespear's Measure for Measure. We must not make a scare-crow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their pearch, and not their terror.
-Since I am free, Offending no jult law; let no law make By any wrong it does, my life her slave: When I am wrong'd, and that law fails to right me, Let me be king myself, as man was made, And do a justice that exceeds the law : If my wrong pass the pow'r of single valour To right and expiate; then be you my king, And do a right, exceeding law and nature : Who to himself is law, no law doth need; Offends no law, and is a king indeed.
Chapman's Bully D'ambois,