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I have seen sudden Narts to mischief grow ;
But turns to good, are usually more Now.

Sir R. Horvard's Viflal Virgin,
Tempelluous fortune hath spent all her spight,

And thrilling forrow thrown his utmoll dart. Thy lad tongue cannot tell more heavy plight

'i han that I lecl, and harbour in mine heart :

Who hath endur'd the whole, ci'n bear each part.
If death it be, it is nie the first wound

That launced hath niy brcall with bleeding smart.
Begin amd end the bitter baleful found;
V lets than that I fear, more favour have I found.

Spenfer's Fairy Queen.
If fortune were so firm as Me is frail,

Or glozing glory were kill permanent : If no mithap mens doings did a fail,

Or that their a Els and faels were innocent :

If they in hope no hurt nor hatred meant, Or dealings ay were done with duty due ; 'I hey never need their great misfortunes rue.

Mirror for Magistrates. "Tis fond to wail inevitable firokes, As 'tis to laugh at them.

Sbakıffear's Coriolanus
Fle jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

Shaki/pear's Romeo and Juliet.
Where is your ancient courage ? You were usid
To say, extremity was the trier of spirits ;
That common chances common men could bear ;
That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike
Shew'd mastership in floating. Fortune's blows,
When moft ftruck home, being gently warded, craves
A noble cunning

Shakespear's Coriolanus.
---------- 'Tis easy to accule
Whom fortune hath made faulty by their fall ;
They who are vanquilhed, may not refuse

The titles of reproach they're charg'd withal:

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The cong'ring cause hath right, wherein thou art;
The vanquilh'd still is judgʻd the worfer part.

Daniel's Cleopatra.
What pow'r can make me wretched ? What evil
Is there in life to him, that knows life's loss
To be no evil ? Shew, Mew thy ugliest brow,
Oh most black chance ! Make me a wretched story;
Without misfortune, virtue hath no glory :
Opposed trees make tempests Thew their pow'r ;
And waves forc'd back by rocks, make Neptune tow'r.

Marfion's Sophonisba.
-Nothing is a misery,
Unless our weakness apprehend it so :.
We cannot be more faithful to ourselves
In any thing that's manly, than to make
Ill fortune as contemptible to us,
As it makes us to others.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Honest Man's Fortune.

pray, fir, deal with men in misery,
Like one that may himself be miserable :
Insult not too much upon men distreft ;
Play not too much upon my wretchedness ;
The noble minds still will not, when they can.

Heywood's Royal King
If that a man be thrust into a well,
No matter who fets hand to't ; his own weight
Will bring him the sooner to the bottom.
Fortune makes this conclusion general ;-;
All things do help th’unhappy man to fall..

Webster's Dutchess of Maliga
We worldly men, when we see friends, and kinsmen.
Past hope funk in their fortunes ; lend no. hand
To lift them up: But rather fet our feet.
Upon their heads, to press them to the bottom.

Malinger's New Way to pay old Debts.
We lay aside distinctions ; if our fates.
Make us alike in our misfortunes.

Shirley's Wedding
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-Misfortune brings Sorrow enough : 'T'is envy to ourselves, To augment it by picdiction,

Halbington's Queen of Arrazon. Ill luck, for speed, of all things else is chief: For the blind man lung, time so provides, 'I hat joy goes Itill on fout, and forrow rides.

Brown's Paflorals. The thrilly heav'ns mingle our sweets with gall, I el 'cing glutted with exccis of good, We Mould forget the giver.

Tlomas Rarvlins's Rebellion.

1. Healthy en
Know how t'afford good counsel unto others ;
Whofe forces being too weak, to bear the blows
Of their discales, yield and languish under
The weight that's insupportable.
2. The weaker
Their mines are, the more they yield beyond
Neceflity: And thereby become chief
Adors in their own tragedy.

Henry Burnell's Landgartha, Though good things answer many good intents; Creflies do Atill bring forth the best events.

Herrick, - The difyrace that waits upon misfortune ; The mere reproach, the shame of being miserable, Expoles men to scorn and base contempt, Liven from their nearest friends.

Denbam's Sophy. Deathi wnits at home, disgrace and ruin here ; Like a poor Mhip thus lab'ring in a form, I view the angry ocean o'er and o'er, And see a thoutand waves, but not one shore.

Crown's Juliana. From this unhappy palice let us Aly! But whither shall we leave our misery !


Who to th'unfortunate will kind appear ?
The wretched are unwelcome ev'ry where.

Crown's Andromache.
M I S T R E S S.
Yourself and all the world
That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her;
If she be curst, it is for policy;
For she's not froward, but modest as the dove :
She is not hot, but temp’rate as the morn :
For patience, she will prove a second Grilsel;
And Roman Lucreece for her chastity.

Shakespear's Taming of the Shrew. 'Twas told me you were rough, and coy, and sullen, And now I find report a very liar ; For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous, But flow in speech ; yet sweet as spring-time flow'rs. Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look afcance, Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will ; Nor haft thou pleasure to be cross in talk: But thon with mildness entertain'st thy wooers, With gentle conference, soft and affable. Why doth the world report that Kate doth limp ? Ohsland'rous world! Kate, like the hazle-twig Is strait and slender ; and as brown in hue, As hazle nuts, and sweeter than the kernels.

Ibid. For he that does Most honour to his mistress ; well may boast, Without least question, that he loves her most.

Chapman's Cæfar and Pompey. As in some countries far remote from hence,

The wretched creature, destined to die, Having the judgment due to his offence;

By furgeons begg'd, their art on him to try, Which on the living work without remorse ;

First make incifion on each mastring vein, Then stanch the bleeding, then transpierce the coarse, And with their balms recure the wounds again;


Then poison, and with phyfick him restore :

Not that they fear the hopeless man to kill ;
But their experience to encrease the more:

Ev’n so my mistress works upon my ill,
By curing me, and killing me each hour ;
Only to thew her beauty's sovereign pow'r.

Drayton's Ideas.
Among the gods she hath her place,
They ali itand gazing on her face.
The clouds do from her presence fly,
"Tis sun-thine where she calls her eye.
Where-e'er she treads on earth below,
A rose or lily up doth grow.
Her br«ath a gale of spices brings ;
Mute are the mules when she sings.

William Hawkins's Apollo Shroving. You do not know what it is to be a Duke's mistress; to enjoy the pleasures of The court ; to have all heads bare, the knees bow. To you, ev'ry door fly open as you tread ; With your breath to raise this gentleman; pull Down that lord; and new mould th' other lady ;. Wear upon a tire the wealth of a province ; Have all the fashions brought first to you; all. Courtiers sue to you ; tilts and tournaments For you ; to have the air you live in, nay Your very breath perfun'd; the pavement you . Tread upon kits’d ; nay your dog, or monkey, Not faluted without an officious leg, And some title of rev'rence.

Shirley's Love's Cruelty. 1. Here's a health to her that belt deserves The attribute of fair ; whole white and red Prove what's life's mixture: From whose form, exactness, Rules of proportion, might be better drawn Than from art's principles : to her, whose youth Warms winter's icy bolom with her spring :


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