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That he less fear'd a hundred launces, than
Th'impetuous charges of a single pen.

Aleyn's Henry VII.
Interpret counter what is cross rehearsid;
Libels are commendations when revers’d:
Just as an optick glass contracts the fight
At one end, but when turn'd, doth multiply't.

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.
1. Whence comes this restraint ?
2. From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty ;
As surfeit is the father of much fast,
So ev'ry fcope by the immod'rate use
Turns to restraint : Our natures do pursue,
Like rats that ravin down their proper bane,
A thirsty evil; and when we drink, we die.

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 ;
Seeks not for need, but in his pride to wound,

Glorying to see his strength, and what he may:
So this unbridld king, freed of his fears,
In liberty, himself thus wildy bears.
For standing now alone, he fees his might

Out of the compass of respective awe ;
And now begins to violate all right,

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 :
That less should list, that may do what it will.

Daniel's Civil War.
But reason sworn in general to sense,
Makes honour, bondage ; justice an offence :
Till liberty, that fair deceiving light,
Turns mischief to an humour popular ;
Where good men catch'd in nets of duty are.

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 !

Suckling's Bennoralt.

A race

Let all go on ftill in the publick name,
But keep an ear open to particular offers.
Liberty, and publick good, are like great olios,
Must have the upper end still of our tables,
Though they are but for fhew.

Suckling's Brennorak.
If we retain the glory of our anceftors,
Whose ashes will rise up against our dullness ;
Shake off our tameness, and give way to courage ;
We need not doubt, inspir'd with a juft rage,
To break the necks of those, that would yoke ours.

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.
Soon thus for pride of liberty,

I low desires of bondage found ;
And vanity of being free,
.: Bred the discretion to be bound.
But as dull subjects see too late

Their safety in monarchal reign,
Finding their freedom in a state,
Is but proud ftrutting in a chain.

Sir W. Davenant to George Porter.
This a more innocent, and happy chace
Than when of old, but in the self fame place,
Fair liberty pursu'd *, and meant a prey
To lawless pow'r here turn'd, and stood at bay.
* Runny Mead, where tbat great Charter was first feald.


When in that remedy all hope was placd,
Which was, or should have been at least, the last.
Here was that charter * feald, wherein the crown
All marks of arbitrary pow'r lays down.
Tyrant and save, those names of hate and fear,
The happier stile of king and fubject bear:
Happy when both to the fame centre move ;
When kings give liberty, and subjects love.
Therefore not long in force this charter stood ;
Wanting that feal, it must be feald in blood.
The subjects arm'd, the more their princes gave,
Th' advantage only took, the more to crave :
Till kings by giving, give themselves away,
And ev'n that pow'r, that should deny, betray:
Who gives constrain'd, but his own fear reviles,
Not thank'd, but fcorn'd ; nor are they gifts, but spoils.
Thus, kings, by grasping more than they could hold,
First made their subjects, by oppression, bold :
And pop'lar sway, by forcing kings to give
More than was fit for subjects to receive,
Ran to the same extremes : and one excess
Made both, by striving to be greater, less.

Denham's Cooper's Hill.
Those ills that mortal men endure,
So long are capable of cure,
As they of freedom may be sure :
But that deny'd ; a grief, though small,
Shakes the whole roof, or ruins all.

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 longer life, I wote the greater sin,

The greater sin, the greater punishment ;
All those great battles which thou boasts to win

Through strife, and blood-fhed, and avengement,

Now prais’d, hereafter dear thou shalt repent:
For life must life, and blood muft blood repay.

Is not enough thy evil life forespent ?
For he, that once hath missed the right way,
The further he doth go, the further he doth fisay.
Then do no further go, no further stray,

But here lie down, and to thy rest betake;
Thill to prevent, that life ensuen may :

For, what hath life, that may it loved make,

And gives not rather cause it to forsake ?
Fear, fickness, age, loss, labour, sorrow, strife,

Pain, hunger, cold, that makes the heart to quake,
And ever-fickle fortune raging rife ;
All which,and thousands more, do make a loathsome life.

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


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