And the almighty wisdom, having given
Each man within himself an apter light
To guide his acts, than any light without him ;
Creating nothing, not in all things equal :
It seems a fault in any that depend
On others knowledge, and exile their own.

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
To seek out things that are unsure :
In sciences to seem profound,

We dive fo deep, we find no ground ;
And the more knowledge we procure,
The more it doth our minds allure,

Of mysterys the depth to found:

Thus our desires we never bound ;
Which by degrees, thus drawn on still,

The memory may not endure;
But like the tubs which Danaus' daughters fill,
Doth drink no oftner, than constrain'd to spill.

E. of Sterline's Cræsus. The mind of man, is this world's true dimension ;

And knowledge is the measure of the mind :
And as the mind, in her valt comprehension,

Contains more worlds than all the world can find :
So knowledge doth itself far more extend,
Than all the minds of man can comprehend.

Lord Brooke on Human Learning.
For knowledge kindles calentures in some,
And is to others icy opium.
As brave, as true, is that profession then,
Which you do use to make; that you know man.

Dr. Donne.

Vol. II.

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There's

There's nothing makes man feel his miferies,
But knowledge only ; reafon, that is plac'd
For man's director, is his chief afflictor.

Middleton's Mayor of Quinborough.
Those only may be truly said to know,
Whose knowledge, pays their country what they owe.

Lady Alimony. Before by death, you never knowledge gain;

For to encrease your knowledge you mult dye:
Tell me, if all the learning be not vain,

On which we proudly in this life rely ?
Is not the learning which we knowledge call,

Our own but by opinion, and in part?
Not made intirely certain, nor to all;

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.

Falle

Falfe learning wanders upward more and more ;

Knowledge, for such there is in some degree,
Still vainly, like the eagle, loves to foar,

Though it can never to the highest see.
For error's mift doth bound the spirit's fight;

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;
And, like a medal of God's cabinet,

Is feldom shewn, and foon put up again.
For though in one bleft age much fway it bears,

Yet to the next, it oft becomes unknown;
Unless, like long hid medals, it appears

In counterfeits, and for deceit be shewn.
If heav'n with knowledge did some one endue

With more than the experience of the dead;
To teach the living more than life e'er knew

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
I first by stealth would make; but entring there,
I should grow bold, and give to all access

. 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.

Alex, Brome.

LAW.

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.

Shakespear's, Ibid.

-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,