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Death gives no thanks, but checks authority;
Daniel's Civil War. -Mercy is the highest reach of wit, A safety unto them that save with it : Born out of God, and unto human eyes, Like God, not feen, till fleshly passion dies.
Lord Brooke's Muftapha. The greatest attribute of heav'n is mercy ; And 'tis the crown of justice, and the glory, Where it may kill with right ; to save with pity. Beaumont and Fletcher's Lovers Progress
. Great minds erect their never failing trophies, On the firm base of mercy; but to triumph O'er a suppliant, by base fortune captiv'd, Argues a bastard conqueft.
Ma Jinger’s Emperor of the East, Nor takes it from the justice of a prince, Where provocation, and not malice makes Guilty ; to save, whom the sharp letter dooms Sometimes to execution.
Shirley's Gamester. If they are gods; pity's a banquet to them : Whene'er the innocent and virtuous Doth escape death, then is their festival. Nectar ne'er flows more largely, than when blood's Not spilt that should be sav'd. Do ye think the smoke Of human entrails is a steam that can Delight the deities? Whoe'er did burn The building to the honour of th'architect ? Or break the tablet in the painter's praise ? 'Tis mercy, is the sacrifice, they like.
Cartwright's Royal Slave. O think! think upward on the thrones above : Disdain not mercy, since they mercy love ;
If mercy were not mingled with their pow'r,
Sir W. Davenant's Siege of Rhodes. To kill, shews fear dares not more fears endure ;
When wrong d, destroy not with thy foes, thy fame ; The valiant by forgiving, mischief cure ; And it is heav'n's great conquest to reclaim.
Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert. You bring such clemency, as shews you have More pardons, than your god-like father gave. Which shews a greatness, that does most encline To what is greatest in the pow'r divine : 'Tis that to which all human kind does bow, And tend'rest sense of obligation owe. For wretched man, by ev'ry passion led, Born finful, and to many errors bred, Has use of mercy still; and does efteem Creation a less work, than to redeem.
Sir W. Davenant on the Refiauration:
sword reprieve, And for their faults, you most do grieve.
Thomas Ford. Mercy itself but rarely does bestow, At the same time, rewards and pardons too.
E. of Orrery's Tryphor.
M E R I T.
When it deserves with characters of brass
Shakespear's Measure for Measure.
Johnson's Cynthia's Revels. Ourself have ever vowed to esteem As virtue for itself, so fortune base ; Who's first in worth, the same be first in place.
Ibid. So rare are true deservers lov'd or known ; 'I hat men lov'd vulgarly, are ever none.
Chapman's Firft Part of Byron's Conspiracy, 1. True gold, will any trial stand, untouch’d. 2. For colours that will itain, when they are try'd ; I he cloth itself, is ever cait aside. 1. Sonetimes, the very glofs in any thing, Will leem a stain ; the fault not in the light, Not in the guilty object, but our fight : My gloss, rais’d from the richness of my stuff, Had too much fplendor for the owly eye Of politick and thankless royalty : I did deserve too much: A pleurisy Of that blood in me, is the cause I die.
Chapman's Second Part of Byror's Conspiracy. To those, ail great men, friends most frankly prove,
Whom, for their pleasure, freely they affect; And loathing bands, cannot be forc'd to love,
As brav'd by worth, when merits urge respect. Few mark from whence they rose, when once aloft;
None can indure that they fould owe their state : Delerts grow odious, when upbraided oft ; And are deprav'd, not guerdon'd when too great.
E. of Sterline's Alexandrean Tragedy.
Why should your fair eyes with such sov'reign grace,
Disperse their rays on ev'ry vulgar spirit, Whilli I in darkness, in the self-fame place,
Get not one glance to recompence my merit ? So doth the ploughman gaze the wand'ring ilar,
And only rests contented with the light; That never learnd what constellations are,
Beyond the bent of his unknowing fight. O, why should beauty, cufom, to obey,
To their gross senle, apply herself so ill ? Would God I were as ignorant as they,
When I am made unih pry by my skill ; Only compell'd on this poor good to boail, Heav'ns are not kind to them, that know them moft.
O'tis base, Bought gentry, e'er should true born worth disgrace !
Day's Law Tricks. His life's example was so true A practick of religion's theory ; That her divinity seein'd rather the Description than th’instruction of his life: And of his goodness, was his virtuous fun A worthy imitator : So that on These two Herculean pillars, where their arms Are plac’d, there may be writ, Non ultra: For Beyond their lives, as well for youth as age, Nor young nor old, in merit or in name, Shall e'er exceed their virtues, or their fame.
Tourneur's Atheiff's Tragedy. When no fair aspect shineth on delerts, There is a dearth presag'd on arms and arts.
Aleyn's Poietiers. Seem not too conscious of thy worth ; nor be The first that knows thy own fufficiency: If to thy king and country, thy true care More serviceable is, than others are
That blaze in court; and ev'ry action fway
Herrick. Who does to merit trust, But writes an obligation in the dust.
Syckling's Sad One, , For human excellence hath this ill fate, That where it virtue molt does elevate, It bears the blot of being fingular : And envy blasts that fame, it cannot share.
Sir W. Davenant 'to Mr. Benlowes. His fate is ncbler, who deserves, but fails ; Than his who merits not, and yet prevails.
E. of Orrery's Black Prince. In a base commonwealth, Merit is treason ; a great master oppresses His little masters, by out-fining them. I'm your oppressor now, your tyrant now ; Fear of me, tortures you.
Crown's Regulus. On my own treasure of defert I live; And all my glory from myself receive.
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