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Cannot your great men fuffer others to
Have part in rule, but must have all to do?
Now, good my Lord, conform you to the rest,
Let not your wings be greater that your neft.
Daniel's Philotasi A state well rald, the fame of kings doth raise,
No less than foughten fields, or batter'd towns : More hard it is, and doth deserve more praise, To guide, than get ; to keep, than conquer crowns:
E. of Sterline's Darius, Virtue did then mens hearts so much inflame,
That no promotion could be got with gold ;-
For in his days he that desired fame,
Bought it of him, that it-full dearly fold :
Hateful excess so much did not devour,
Law had less force, and honesty more pow'r. '
Drayton's Pierce Gaveflon;
He is unfit to manage publick matters,
Who knows not how to rule at home his houshold.
John Ford's Fancy's Chafte and Noble. O madam, Your sex is too imperious to rule ! You are too busy, and too stirring, to Be put in action your curiosity Would do as much harm in a kingdom, as A monkey in a glass shop ; move, and remove, "Till you had broken all.
Cartwright's Royal Slave. Rule of itself's a toil, and none would bear it, But that 'twixt pride and avarice, And close revenge they'll share it.
Alex. Brome. The victor's folid recompence is reft ; And 'tis unjust, that chiefs who pleasure shun, Toiling in youth, should be in age opprest With greater toils, by ruling what they won.
Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.
Could every one that careless fits
On his high throne, depute his power
Where it might mingle with such innocence,
Monarchal sway would be belov'd ; for 'tis
Our worst mistake, to think the arts of government
So hard ; since a perfection in the skill
To rule, is less requir'd, than in a perfect will.
Sir W. Davenant's Fair Favourite.
G R A T I T U DE.
And you fresh bud of virtue springing fast,
Whom these fad eyes saw nigh unto death's door, What hath poor virgin for such peril paft
Wherewith you to reward ? Accept therefore
My simple felf, and service ever more : And he that does high sit, and all things fee
With equall eyes, their merits to restore, Behold what ye this day have done for me ; And what I cannot quite, requite with usury.
Spenser's Fairy Queen. As our joys grow, We must remember still from whence they flow.
Middleton's Chafte Maid in Cheapfide. 1. Here's a small amends. 2. 'Tis more than due, fir, yet I'll take it all; Should kindness be despis'd, good will would fall Unto a lower ebb, should we detest The grateful giver's gift, veriffimum est.
Rob. Tailor's Hog hath left his Pearl. Does the kind-root bleed out his livelihood As parent distributions to his branches, Proud that his pride is seen, when he's unseen ; And must not gratitude descend again To comfort his old limbs in fruitless winter Improvident ?
Maffinger, Middleton and Rowley's Old Law. The benefits he fow'd in me, met not Unthankful ground, but yielded him his own With fair increase ; and I still glory in it :
And though my fortune's poor, compar'd to his,
And Milan weigh'd with France, appear as nothing,
Are in thy fury burnt: Iet it be mention'd,
They serv'd but as small tapers to attend
The folemn flame at this great funeral :
And with them I will gladly wafte myself,
Rather than undergo the imputation,
Of being bafe or unthankful.
Mafinger's Duke of Milan.
I find a pious gratitude disperse
Within my foul ; and ev'ry thought of him
Ingenders a warm figh within me, which
Like curls of holy incense, overtake
Each other in my bosom, and inlarge
With their embrace his sweet remembrance.
Shirley's Brothers. This is not ingratitude ; or if it be, it does As thankfulness in great ones use to do, It looks a-squint, and seems to turn to favours, But regards new ends.
Suckling's Sad One. GRE A T N E S S. When these fad fights were over-paft and d gone,
My spright was greatly moved in her rest, With inward ruth and dear affection,
To see so great things by so small diftrest :
Thenceforth I'gan in my engrieved breast, To scorn all difference of
and small, Sith that the greatest oftnest are opprest, And unawares do into danger fall:
that read these ruins tragicall,
Learn by their loss to love the low degree ;
And if that fortune chance you up to call
To honour's seat, forget not what ye be:
For he that of himself is most secure,
Shall find his state moft fickle and unsure.
Spenser's Visions of the World's Vanity.
Examples, have the wifest warned oft,
That where the trees the smallest branches bear,
The storms do blow, and have moft rigour there.
Where is it strong, but near the ground and root ?
Where is it weak, but on the highest sprays ?
Where may a man fo furely set his foot,
But on those boughs, that groweth low always ?
The little twigs are but unftedfast stays,
If they break not, they bend with ev'ry blaft ;
Who trusts to them, shall never stand full faft.
Churchyard in the Mirror for Magistrates,
Greatness in sway of state gives wings t'aspire ;
Advancement feeds ambition with desire.
Mirror for Magiftrates.
Oh place ! Oh form!
How often doelt thou with thy case, thy habit,
Wrench awę from fcols, and tye the wiser souls
To thy false seeming?
Shakespear's Measure for Measure.
'Tis certain, greatness, once fall’n out with fortune,
Muft fall out with men too ; what the declin'd is,
He shall as foon read in the eyes of others,
As feel in his own fall : Fer men, like butter-flies,
Shew not their mealy wings but to the summer ;
And not a man, for being simply man,
Hath honour, but is honour'd by those honours
That are without bim ; as place, riches, favour ;
Prizes of accident, as oft as merit :
Which when they fall, as being flipp'ry ftanders,
The love that lean'd on them, as slipp'ry too,
Do one pluck down another, and together
Die in the fall.
Shakespear's Troilus and Cressida.
Greatness hath its cankers, worms, and moths ;
Bred out of too much humour, in the things
Which after they consume ; transferring quite
The substance of their makers into themfelves.
Fortune, not reason, rules the state of things ;
Reward goes backward, honour on his head :
Who is not poor, is monstrous ; only need
Gives form and worth to ev'ry human feed.
As cedars beaten with continual storms,
So great men flourish ; and do imitate
Unskilful ftatuaries, who suppose
In forming a coloffus, if they make him
Straddle enough, strut, and look big, and gape,
Their work is goodly: So men merely great
(In their affected gravity of voice,
Šow'rness of count'nance, manners, cruelty,
Authority, wealth, and all the spawn of fortune)
Think they bear all the kingdom's worth before them;
Yet differ not from those coloflick ftatues,
Which with heroick forms without o'er-spread ;
Within, are naught but mortar, flint, and lead.
Chapman's Bufey D'ambois.
I have found,
Thanks to the blesser of my search, that counsels
Held to the line of justice, still produce
The surest states ; and greatest being sure :
Without which fit assistance in the greatest,
As you may fee a mighty promontory
More digg'd and under-eaten, than may warrant
A safe supportance to his hanging brows,
All passengers avoid him, shun all ground
That lies within his shadow, and bear still
A flying eye upon him ; fo
Corrupted in their grounds, and building out
Too swelling fronts for their foundations ;
When most they should be propt, are most forsaken":
And men will rather thrust into the storms
Of better grounded states, then take a shelter
Beneath their ruinous, and fearful weight:
Yet they, fo.overlee their faulty bases,
That they remain fecurer in conceit.
Chapman's First Part of Byron's Conspiracy.