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I have seen sudden Narts to mischief grow ;
Sir R. Horvard's Viflal Virgin,
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.
That launced hath niy brcall with bleeding smart.
Spenfer's Fairy Queen.
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.
Shaki/pear's Romeo and Juliet.
The titles of reproach they're charg'd withal:
The cong'ring cause hath right, wherein thou art;
Beaumont and Fletcher's Honest Man's Fortune.
pray, fir, deal with men in misery,
Heywood's Royal King
Webster's Dutchess of Maliga
Malinger's New Way to pay old Debts.
-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.
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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 ?
• Crown's Andromache.
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 ;
Ev’n so my mistress works upon my ill,
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 :