But they that climb, are careful ev'ry hour;
For when they fall, they light not very foft.

Churchyard in the Mirror for Magiftrates.
The mind and not the man doth make or mar;
For as the stream doth guide the argofy,
So by their minds all men they guided are.
From out the mind proceedeth fantasy ;
All outward acts, virtue or vanity,

Not from the man, but from the mind proceed :
The mind doth make each man to do each deed.

Thomas Blener Haffet in the Mirror for Magiftrates. All things receiv'd, do fuch proportion take,

As those things have, wherein they are receiv'd: So little glaffes little faces make,

And narrow webs on narrow frames are weav'd. Then what vaft body must we make the mind, Wherein are men, beafts, trees, towns, feas and lands; And yet each thing a proper place doth find,

And each thing in the true proportion stands?
Doubtless this could not be, but that the turns
Bodies to fp'rits, by fublimation ftrange;
As fire converts to fire the things it burns;
As we our meats into cur nature change.
From their grofs matter she abstracts the forms,
And draws a kind of quinteffence from things;
Which to her proper nature the tranforms,
To bear them light on her celestial wings.

Sir John Davies.
Befides, as Homer's Gods, 'gainft armies ftand;
Her fubtle form can through all dangers flide :

Bodies are captives, minds endure no band;
And will is free, and can no force abide.

Ibid.

By ftrong antipathy the foul may kill. But what can be contrary to the mind,

Perhaps fomething repugnant to her kind,

Which holds all contraries in concord still ?.

She

M. 3

She lodgeth heat, and cold, and moist, and dry,
And life, and death, and peace, and war together;
Ten thousand fighting things in her do lie ;

Yet neither troubleth, or difturbeth either.

Sir John Davies. Sick minds, are like fick men that burn with fevers; Who when they drink, pleafe but a pleasant tafte, And after bear a more impatient fit.

-Know, fir, that the wings

Johnson's Poetafter.

On which my foul is mounted, have long fince
Born her too high, to ftoop to any prey

That foars not upwards. Sordid and dunghil
Minds, compos'd of earth, in that grofs element
Fix all their happiness; but purer fpirits,

Purged and refin'd, fhake off that clog of
Human frailty.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Elder Brother
MIRT H.

A merrier man,

Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal:
'His eye begets occafion for his wit;
For ev'ry object, that the one doth catch,
The other turns to a mirth-moving jeft;
Which his fair tongue, conceit's expofitor,
Delivers in fuch apt and gracious words,
That aged ears play truant at his tales,
And younger hearings are quite ravished;
So fweet and voluble is his difcourfe.

Shakespear's Love's Labour's Loft.
From the crown of his head to the fole of
His foot, he is all mirth; he hath twice or
Thrice cut Cupid's bow-ftring, and the little
Hangman dare not fhoot at him: He hath a
Heart as found as a bell, and his tongue is

The clapper; for what his heart thinks, his tongue fpeaks Shakespear's Much ado about Nothing.

"Tis mirth that fills the veins with blood,
More than wine, or fleep, or food;
Let each man keep his heart at ease,
No man dies of that difeafe :
He that would his body keep
From difeafes, muft not weep ::
But whoever laughs and fings,
Never his body brings

Into fevers, gouts, or rheums,
Or lingringly his lungs confumes :
Or meets with aches in the bone,
Or catarrhs, or griping ftone:

But contented lives for aye,

The more he laughs, the more he may.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Knight of the Burning Pefle. 'Tis nought but mirth,

That keeps the body from the earth.

Ibid.

Sometimes, when my face was full of fmiles,
Have felt the maze of confcience in my. breaft ;
Oft gay and honour'd robes thofe tortures try;
We think cag'd birds fing, when indeed they cry.
Webster's White Devil.

See the event; this will prove good mirth,
When things unfhap'd, fhall have a perfect birth.

Barrey's Ram-Alley.

A merry harmlefs mifchief, whofe relation
Shall make the ice of melancholick spleen
Diffolve with laughter.

Nabbs's Bride..

Our mirth fhall be the quinteffence of pleasure ;
And our delight flow with that harmony,
Th'ambitious fpheres fhall to the center fhrink,
To hear our mufick: Such ravishing accents,.
As are from poets in their fury hurl'd,
When their outrageous raptures fill the world.

Marmyon's Antiquary

-Others mirth,

And not mine own, it is that feeds me; that
Battens me, as poor mens cofts do ufurers,

Richard Brome's Antipodes.

Goltho, by nature was of mufick made,
Chearful as victors warm in their fuccefs;
He feem'd like birds created to be glad ;
And nought but love, could make him tafte diftrefs.
Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert

They are mandrakes groans, and ftill

Bode death nor is his mirth lefs dang'rous;
Which, like the wanton play of porpoifes,
Denotes a ftorm.

Sir W. Davenant's Play-Houfe to be Lett.
MISCHIEF

God can rip up fecret mischiefs wrought,
To the confufion of the workers thought.

Mirror for Magiftrates

-Now you begin,
When crimes are done and paft, and to be punish'd,
To think what your crimes are: Mischiefs feed
Like beafts, till they be fat, andthen they bleed.

For he that for himself would ruin all,
Shall perish in his craft unnatural.

Johnson's Volpone.

Lord Brooke's Alabam.

Mischief o'erflows my thoughts; and like a fea,
Devours the dews, the rain, the fnow, the fprings;
And all their sweetness to his faltness brings.
How fhould I ground a faith, that faithlefs know
Myfelf to be? Or why fhould he mistrust,
On whom the worst that can befal, is juft?

Mischief that may be help'd, is hard to know;
And danger going on ftill multiplies.

Ibid.

Where harm hath many wings, care arms too late :
Yet hafty attempts make chance precipitate.

Ibid. Mischief,

-Mischief, while her head fhews in a cloud, In Pluto's kingdom doth her body shroud.

Mischief is like the cockatrice's

Lord Brooke's Muftapha.

eyes;

Sees firft, and kills, or is feen first, and dies.

Ibid. We fearch for ferpents, but b'ing found, deftroy them; Men drink not poifons, though they oft employ them. Dekker's Match me in London.

Mifchief 'gainst goodness aim'd, is like a stone,
Unnat'rally forc'd up an eminent hill;

Whole weight falls on our heads and buries us :
We fpringe ourselves, we fink in our own bogs.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Queen of Corinth.

-Mifchiefs

Are like the vifits of Francifcan friars,

They never come to prey upon us fingle.

Webster's Devil's Law Cafe.

Whom you do employ

In mischief, when 'tis done, you must destroy.

Aleyn's Henry VII

The hidden pow'rs of heav'n, they make, and bend Thofe counfels, that a mischief should divert,

Fit to advance it: When the fates intend

To ruin us, our judgments they pervert ;

And add this greater plague, to make us thought
The caufe, which on ourfelves the mischief brought.

In mifchief there's content,
When we on others lay the punishment.

Ibid.

Nabbs's Bride.

That dart fure hits, which clouds did hide,

And fafely kills, 'caufe undefcry'd.

Killegrew's Confpiracy.

He that may hinder mischief,
And yet permits it; is an acceffary.

Freeman's Imperiale.