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A spit of Portugals serv'd in for plovers ;
Indians and Moors for black birds: all this while
Holland stands ready melted to make sauce
On all occasions, when the voider comes ;
And with such cheer our full hopes we suffice,
Zeland says grace, for fashion then we rise.

Middleton's Game at Chess.
Oh thou pamper'd jade! what would'It thou have ?
What, wouldit thou feed on quails ? art thou not fat?
Is not thy neck brawn, thy leg calf, thy head beef?
And yet thou wanteft meat.

Cupid's WbirligigHis ftomach's as insatiate as the grave, Or strumpet's ravenous appetite.

Mafinger's New Way to pay Old Debts. Variety is fought for to delight Thy witty and ambitious appetite; Three elements at least dispeopled be, To satisfy judicious gluttony.

Randolph, Will you still owe your virtues to your bellies ? And only think then nobly, -when you're full ? Doth fodder keep you honeft? are you bad When out of flesh ? and think you't an excuse Of vile and ignominious actions, that You're lean, and out of liking ? for I muft Speak of you now as cattle, while you thus Enslave your felves unto the paunch, enduring A tyranny, beyond that you complain of.

Cartwright's Siege. Whose life's the table and the stage, He doth not spend, but lose his age.

Killegrew's Conspiracy. Lautus, thy palate can be pleas'd with nought, But the best cates far fetch'd, and deareft bought ; Sicilian lampreys, and the Tuscan boar, With witty dainties ne'er heard of before



Vitellius' age ; such as Minerva's shield;"
A dish made of scares livers, and then fill d.
With milt of sturgeon, and with brains of rails,
Pheasants and peacocks, and Egyptian Quails,
With tongues of nightingales"; and those more rare
And feld-feen crimson birds, his usual fare :
Mullets and Selfey cockles, the Severn trout
And what more dainty novels can be bought:
Botargo, anchovies, puffins too, to taste
The Maronæan wines, at meals thou haft.
Thus all thy lands thou eat it and drinkelt down,
In thy fair boggards bury'd lie, thus grown
With dear bought foil fo rich, to dung the small
Acre that's left unfold; and that is all.

Heath's Claraftella.
Nothing could please your palate, but
The Muscatelli and Frontiniack grape ;
Your Turin pheasants, and your Tuscan veal ;
With red-leggd partridge from the Genoa hills :
Then the broad livers of Venetian geese,
Fatned by Jews; and carps of the Geneva lake.
You talk'd too of fat snails in shining shells,
Brought from the marble quarrys of Ferrara,
And fous'd in Lucca oil; then long'd for cream
Of Switzerland, and Genoa paste.
Your angelots of Brie.
Your Marsolini, Parmazan of Lody,
Your Mala muca melons, and Cicilian dates.
And then to close up your voluptuous maw,
Marmalad made by cleanly nuns of Lisbon.

Sir W. Davenant's Wits.

Of the gods we are forbid to dispute,
Because their deities come not within
The compass of our reasons.

Lilly's Endimion.
It is not so with him that all things knows,
As 'tis with us, that square our guess by shews :


But most it is presumption in us, when
The help of heav'n, we count the act of men..

Shakespear's All's well that ends well.
It did not please the gods, who instruct the people :
And their unquestion d pleasures must be servd.
They know what's fitter for us, than our selves ;
And 'twere impiety to think against them.

Yoluyon's Catiline Though all the doors are fure, and all our servants As sure bound with their sleeps ; yet there is one That wakes above, whose eye no sleep can bind ; He sees through doors, and darkness, and our thoughts : And therefore as we should avoid with fear, To think amiss ourselves before his search ; So should we be as curious to Thun All cause, that others think not ill of us.

Chapman's Bully D'ambois. Gods nought foresee, but fee : for to their eyes Nought is to come or paft: nor are you vile, Because the gods foresee ; for God, not we, Sees as things are ; things are not, as we see.

Marston's Sophonisba. 1. Can nature be so simple or malicious To destroy the reputation of her Proper memory? She cannot : sure there Is some pow'r above her, that controuls her force. 2. A power above nature ? doubt you that, My lord ? consider, but whence man receives His body and his form, not from corruption, Like some worms and fies; but only from the Generation of a man: for nature Never did bring forth a man without a man ; Nor could the first man being but 'The passive subject, not the active mover, Be the maker of himself ; so, of necessity There must be a superiour pow'r to nature.

Tourneur's Atheists Tragedy.

'Tis hard to find God, but to comprehend Him, as he is, is labour without end.

Herrick. Then tell me first, if nature must forbear

To ask, why ftill the must remain in doubt? A darkness which does much like hell appear,

Where all may enter in, but none get out.
Thus we at once are bidden, and forbid ;

Charg'd to make God, the object of the mind;
Then hinder'd from it, since he is so hid,
As we but seek that, which we cannot find.

Sir. W. Davenant,
But as in calm a storm we nothing fear,
When as the seas are mild and smooth as glass :
And as in peace, no thoughts of war we bear,
Which leatt suppose of mischiefs come to pass :
Ev'n so my ftill and rightful reigning was.
The calm a tempest bodes, the shine a rain,
Long peace a war, and pleasure pinching pain.

Mirror for Magistrates. For government, though high, and low, and lower, Put into parts, doth keep in one-confent ; Congreeing in a full and natural close, Like musick. Therefore heaven doth divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion : To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience ; for fo work the honey bees, Creatures, that by a rule in nature teach The art of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king, and officers of fort ; Where some, like magiftrates, correct at home; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds,

Which pillage they with merry march bring home
To the tent royal of their emperor :
Who, bufy'd in his majesty, surveys
The singing mason building roofs of gold;
The civil citizens kneading up the honey :
The poor mechanick porters crowding in
Their heavy burthens at his narrow gate :
The fad-ey'd justice with his furly hum,
Delivering o'er to executors pale
The lazy yawning drone.

Shakespear's Henry V.
Each petty hand
Can steer a ship becalmd ; but he that will
Govern, and carry her to her ends, must know
His tides, his currents, how to shift his fails ;
What she will bear in foul, what in fair weathers ;
Where her springs are, her leaks, and how to stop them ;
What ftrands, what shelves, what rocks do threaten her;
The forces and the natures of all winds,
Gusts, storms, and tempests : when her keel ploughs hell,
And deck knocks heaven, then to manage her,
Becomes the name and office of a pilot.

Johnson's Catiline:
As a cunning orator, reserves
His faireft smiles, beft adorning figures,
Chief matter, and most moving arguments
For his conclufion ; and doth then supply
His ground freams laid before, glides over them,
Makes his full depth seen through ; and so takes up
His audience in applauses paft the clouds :
So in your government, conclusive nature,
Willing to end her excellence in earth,

your foot shall be fet upon the stars,
Shews all her fov'reign beauties, ornaments,
Virtues, and raptures ; overtakes her works
In former empires, makes them but your foils ;
Swells to her full sea, and again doth drown
The world, in admiration of your crown.

Chapman's Firft Part of Byron's Conspiracy.


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