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M A D N E S S.
It so disturbs and blots the forms of things,
And to the wit no crue relation brings: Then doth the wit, admitting all for true,
Build fond conclusions on those idle grounds ; Then doth it flie the good, and ill pursue ;
Believing all, that this falle spy propounds : But purge the humours, and the rage appease,
Which this distemper in the fancy wrought ; Then shall the wit, which never had disease,
Discourse, and judge discreetly as it ought: So, though the clouds eclipse the fun's fair light,
Yet from his face they do not take one beam ; So have our eyes their perfect pow'r of fight,
Ev'n when they look into a troubled Atream, Then these defects in senses organs be,
Not in the foul, or in her working might : She cannot lofe her perfect pow'r to fee,
Tho'mifts and clouds do choke her window-light. These imperfections then we must impute
Not to the agent, but the instrument ;
Sir yohn Davies. 1. O gentle son, Upon the heat and Aame of thy diftemper Sprinkle cool patience. 2. "T'is not madness That I have utter'd ; bring me to the test, · And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from.
See that noble and most fovereign reason,
Shakespear's King Lear. Surely we are all mad people, and they Whom we think are, are not ; we mistake those : 'Tis we are mad in fense, they but in cloaths.
Tourneur's Revenger's Tragedy. Why, fir, madness is not such a discredit,
As the age goes ; you know there are many ; Mad fashions; and what man but sometimes may
Be mad? are not your great men mad, that when • They have enough, will pawn their soul for a
Monopoly? befides mad Lords, what do
Shirley's School of Compliments.
'Twas no false heraldry, when madness drew.
And throwen forth, till it be withered ;
Spenser's Fairy Queen: Oh what is man, great maker of mankind !
That thou to him so great respect doft bear! That thou adorn'st him with so bright a mind,
Makit him a king, and ev'n an angel's pear! Oh what a lively life, what heav'nly pow'r,
What spreading virtue, what a sparkling fire, How great, how plentiful, how rich a dow's,
Dost thou within this dying flesh inspire ! Thou leav'st thy print in other works of thine,
But thy whole image thou in man haft writ:
Except like thee, it should be infinite.
God had rais'd man, since god a man became : .
And are astonish'd when they view the same. Nor hath he giv'n these blessings for a day,
Nor made them on the body's life depend : The soul, though made in time, survives for ay ; And though it hath beginning, fees no end.
Sir Jahn Davies. 1. We are men, my liege.
2. Ay, in the catalogue, ye go for men ;
Shakespear's Hamler. They say beft men are moulded out of faults ; And for the most, become much more the better, For being a little bad.
Shakespear's Measure for Measure. Oh my soul! here's something tells me that these Best of creatures, these models of the world, Weak man and woman, should have their fouls, their Making, life, and being, to some more excellent Use ! if what the sense calls pleasure, were our Ends, we might justly blame great nature's wisdom, Who rear'd a building of so much art and Beauty to entertain a guest so far Incertain, fo imperfečt; if only Speech distinguish us from beasts, who know no Inequality of birth or place, but Still to fly from goodness: Oh, how base were Life at such a rate ! no, no, that power That gave to man his being, speech, and wisdom, Gave it for thankfulness : to him alone, that Made me thus, may I whence truly know, l'll pay to him, not man, the love I owe.
Shakespear and Rowley's Birth of Merlin. Lo, here, the man Like a circle bounded in it self,
Contains as much as man in fullness may :
Fohnson's Cynthia's Revels,
Johnson's Sejanus. Man is á tree, that hath no top in cares, No root in comforts ; all his pow'r to live Is giv'n to no end, but t' have pow'r to grieve.
Bully D'ambois. Men are not good, but for neceffity ; Nor orderly are ever born, but bred. Sad want and poverty make men industrious ; But law must make them good, and fear obsequious.
Daniel's Civil War.