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That he less fear'd a hundred launces, than
Aleyn's Henry VII.
Cleveland. You the only man, whose wealthy muse Doth furnish all the fidlers in the state With desp’rate ballads, and invective songs : Libels, of such weak fancy and composure, 'That we do all efteem it greater wrong To have our names extant in such paltry Rhime, than in the flanderous fenfe.
Sir W. Davenant's Cruel Brother,
L I B E R T r.
Shakespear's Measure for Measure, For like a lion that escapes his bound,
Having been long reftrain'd his use to stray, Ranges the restless woods, stays on no ground,
Riots with blood-shed, wantons on his prey ;
Glorying to see his strength, and what he may:
Out of the compass of respective awe ;
Whilst no restraining fear at hand he saw : Now he exacts of all, waites in delight, Riots in pleasure, and neglects the law :
He thinks his crown is licens'd to do ill :
Daniel's Civil War.
Lord Brooke's Alabam. Our falcon's kind cannot the cage endure, Nor buzzard like doth stoop to ev'ry lure ; Their mounting brood in open air doth rove, Nor will with crows be coop'd within a grove.
Drayton's Duke of Suffolk to Queen Margaret: O happy men born under good stars, Where what is honeft you may freely think ; Speak what you think, and write what you do speak; Not bound to servile soothings !
Marfion's Fawn. Liberty is devolved to the son, Which doth enhance its price; as you have seen Something preserv'd with great religion, Only for this; It had his grandfire's been : 'Tis priz'd but by conjectural conceit ; Like an old piece, for which there is no weight.
Aleyn's Poiétiers. A fhew of liberty, When we have lost the substance ; is best kept, By seeming not to understand those faults, Which we want power to mend.
May's Cleopatra. 1. What's the quarrel ? 2. Liberty, they say. 1. 'Sfoot, let the king make an act, That any man may be unmarried again ; There's liberty for them. Of half-witted fellows quarrel about freedom ; And all that while, allow the bonds of matrimony !
Let all go on ftill in the publick name,
Tatham's Diftra&ted State, Por subjects, getting liberty,
Get but a licence to be mad. Birds that are long in cages aw'd,
If they get out, a while will roam ; But strait want skill to live abroad,
Then pine and hover near their home. And to the ocean rivers run
From being pent in banks of flow'rs, Not knowing that th' exhaling fun
Will send them back in weeping show'rs.
I low desires of bondage found ;
Their safety in monarchal reign,
Sir W. Davenant to George Porter.
When in that remedy all hope was placd,
Denham's Cooper's Hill.
Herrick. I love my freedom : yet strong prisons can Vex but the bad, and not the virtuous man.
* Magna Charta.
L I F E.
The greater sin, the greater punishment ;
Through strife, and blood-fhed, and avengement,
Now prais’d, hereafter dear thou shalt repent:
Is not enough thy evil life forespent ?
But here lie down, and to thy rest betake;
For, what hath life, that may it loved make,
And gives not rather cause it to forsake ?
Pain, hunger, cold, that makes the heart to quake,
Spenser's Fairy Quecu. The web of our life is of a mingled Yara, good and ill together : Our virtues Would be proud, if our faults whip them not ; and Our crimes would despair, if they were not Cherishid by our virtues.
Shakespear's All's Well that ends Well. Be absolute for death ; or death, or life Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life; If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing, That none but fools would reck: a breath thou art, Servile to all the skyie influences ; That doth this habitation, where thou keep'it, Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death's fool, For him thou labour': by thy flight to fhun; And yet run'st toward him still. Thou art not noble ; For all th' accomodations, that thou bear'ft, Are nurss'd by baseness : thour't by no means valiant ; For thou doft fear the soft and tender fork