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This mass of thought, this animated flime,

This dying substance, and this living shadow,
The sport of fortune, and the prey of time,
Soon rais’d, foon raz'd, as flow'rs in a Meadow.

E of Sterline's Cræfus.
Man is a crafty creature, hard to know ;
Who can a face for ev'ry fortune frame :
No trust in mortals, no, nor faith below,
As our particulars do sometime move :
We what we wish for most, seem to mislike;
And oft of others do the course disprove;
Whilst we want only means to do the like.

E. of Sterline's Alexandrean Tragedy. For our defects in nature who fees not?

We enter first things present, not conceiving, Not knowing future ; what is past forgot : 1

All other creatures instant power receiving, To help themselves ; man only bringeth sense To feel, and wail his native impotence.

Lord Brooke of Human Learning. Oh wretched men, which under Thame are lay'd, For faults, which we, and which our parents made !

Lord Brooke's Muftapha. Oh wearifome condition of humanity!

Born under one law, to another bound! Vainly begot, and yet forbidden vanity!

Created fick, commanded to be found ! What meaneth nature by these divers laws? Passion and reason felf-division cause.

Lord Brooke's Mustapha. All other creatures follow after kind, But man alone doth not beget the mind.

Drayton's Queen Margaret to Duke of Suffolk. First seeds of ev'ry creature are in us, What ere the world hath bad, or precious, Man's body can produce : hence hath it been, That stones, worms, frogs and snakes in men are seen :


But who e'er faw, though nature can work so,
That pearl or gold, or corn in man did grow ?

Dr. Donne.
As man is of the world, the heart of man
Is an epitome of God's great book,
Of creatures ; and men need no farther look.

ibid. 'Tis the deepest art to study man : I know this, which I never learn'd in schools ; The world's divided into knaves and fools.

Tourneur's Revenger's-Tragedy. Man's curse is, things forbid ftill to pursue ; What's freely offer'd, not to hold worth view.

Dauborne's Christian turned Turk. Nature, and all those universal pow'rs, Which shew'd such admirable God-like skill, In framing this true model of ourselves, This man, this thing call'd man ! why do you thus Make him a spectacle of such laughter for you, When in each man we see a monarchy ? For, as in states, all fortunes ftill attend ; So with a kingdom ; with a compleat state Well governd, and well manag'd, in himself Both each man bears, when that best part of man, Reason, doth sway, and rule each passion.

Goffe's Courageous Turk.

To be man,
Is to be but the exercise of cares
In sev'ral shapes; as miseries do grow,
They alter, as mens forms ; but how, none know.

John Ford's Lover's Melancholy.
-As there is by nature
In ev'ry thing created contrariety ;
So likewise is there unity and league
Between them in their kind : But man, the abstract
Of all perfection, which the workmanship
Of heav'n hath modellid; in himself contains
Passions of several qualities : The musick


of man's fair composition best accords,
When 'tis in confort, not in single strains.
My heart has been untun'd these many months,
Wanting her presence, in whose equal love
True harmony consisted. Living here,
We are heav'n's bounty all, but fortune's exercise.

Fohn Ford's Lover's Melancholy.
How poor a thing is man, whom death itself
Cannot protect from injuries ? O ye gods !
Is't not enough our wretched lives are tofs'd
On dang’rous seas, but we must stand in fear
Of pyrates in the haven too? heav'n made us
So many butts of clay, at which the gods
In cruel sport shoot miseries.

Randolph's Jealous Lovers. 1. From outward actions, man should not derive The knowledge of himself; for fo, he's made The creature of beginnings ; over which His virtue may command fortune and chance. When he by fpeculation hath informd His divine part, he is perfect ; and till then But a rough matter, only capable Of better fortune. It oft begets my wonder, That thou, a rude Barbarian, ignorant Of all art, but of wars, which custom only Hath, being join'd to thy first nature, taught thee, Should't know so much of man ! 2 I study man Better from practice, than thou can't by books ; Thy learning's but opinion, mine known truth, Subject to no gross errors, such as cannot Be reconciled, but by production Of new and greater.

Nabbs's Hannibal and Scipio. Man is an actor, and the world the stage ; Where some do laugh, some weep, fome fing, some rage: All in their parts during the scene of breath, Ad follies, scourg'd by the tragedian death.

Richards's Meffalina. VOL. II.



Man is to man, a monster-hearted stone ;
With heav'n there's mercy, but with man there's none.

Richards's Meffalina.
Horses get their livings by their backs ;
Oxen by their necks ; swine and women by
Their flesh ; only man by his brain.

Richard Brome's City Wit. Much of man's fand through time's wide glass does run,

Many of his freshest years do periods know :
A long part of his life's short web is spun,
Ere he considers, what he's born to do.

Nor is this lower world but a huge inn,
And men the rambling paffingers; wherein
Some warm lodgings find, and that as soon
As out of nature's closets they see noon,
And find the table ready laid ; but some
Must for their commons trot, and trudge for room :
With easy pace some climb promotion's hill
Some in the dale, do what they can, stick itill:
Some through-false glasses fortune smiling spy ;
Who still keeps off, though she appears hard by.
Some like the oftrich with their wings do flutter,
But cannot fly or foar above the gutter :
Some quickly fetch, and double Good-Hope's Cape ;
Some ne'er can do't, though the same course they shape :
So that poor mortals are so many balls
Toss'd some o'er line, some under fortune's walls:
And it is heav'n's high pleasure man should lie
Obnoxious to this partiality ;
That by industrious ways he should contend,
Nature's short pittance to improve and mend :
Now industry ne'er fail'd at last t'advance
Her patient sons above the reach of chance.

Howell. To study God, God's student, man was made ; To read him as in nature's text convey'd


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Not as in heav'n ; but as he did descend
To earth, his easier book : Where, to suspend
And save his miracles, each little flow'r,
And lesser fly, shews his familiar pow'r.

Sir W. Davenant to Ogilby.
Mankind upon each other's ruins rise ;
Cowards maintain the brave, and fools the wise :
Honour and all religion bears a price,
But as the rates are set by death and vice.

Sir R. Howard's Vefal Virgin. 1. What is a man? A congregation or disagreeing things ; his place of birth, A confus'd crowd of fighting elements; To nothing fix’d, but to eternal change : They would all lose their natures should they fix. 2. Why, say they did, were they not better loft Than kept at such expence? What does poor man Pay for vain life? 1. What's matter what he pays ? Gods did not make this world only for man ; He's but a parcel o'th'universe, A fellow-fervant with the meanest thing, To carry on the service of the whole, And pleasure o'the gods, the lords of all.

Crorun's Darius. M A R R 1 A G E. We wordly folk account him


wise That hath the wit most wealthily to wed : By all means therefore always we devise, To see our issue rich in spousals sped. We buy and sell rich orphans : Babes scant bread

marry, ere they know what marriage means : Boys marry old trots, old fools wed young queans. We call this wedding; which in any wise

Can be no marriage, but pollution plain :
A new-found trade of human merchandize;

The devil's net, a filthy fleshly gain :
Of kind and nature an unnat'ral stain ;

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