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For had he not had such a greedy love

To entertain his offices too long ;
Envy had been unable to reprove

His acted life, unless she did him wrong:
But having liv'd so many years above,

He grieves now to descend, to be less strong ;
And kills that fame that virtue did beget ;
Chose to be held less good, than seen less great.

Daniel's Civil War.
From whence it proceeds
That the treasure of the city is ingrofs'd
By a few private men ; the publick coffers
Hollow with want ; and they that will not spare
One talent for the common good, to feed
The pride and bravery of their wives, consume
In plate, in jewels, and fuperfluous flaves,
What would maintain an army.

Mafinger's Bordman.
Woe to the wordly men, whose covetous
Ambition labours to join house to house ;
Lay field to field, till their inclosures edge
The plain, girdling a country with one hedge :
They leave no place unbought ; no piece of earth
Which they will not ingrofs; making a dearth
Of all inhabitants ; until they stand
Unneighbour'd, as unblefs'd within the land !

Bishop King
M o R N I N G.
By this, the northern waggoner had set

His seven-fold team behind the stedfast star,
That was in ocean waves yet never wet,

But firm is fix'd, and sendeth light from far

To all, that in the wide dcep wand'ring are:
And chearfull chaunticleer, with his note shrill,

Had warned once, that Phæbus' fiery carr
In haste was climbing up the eastern hill ;
Fall envious that night so long his room did fill.

Spenser's Fairy Queen.



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At last, the golden oriental gate

Of greatell heaven 'gan to open fair ;
And Phabus, freth as bridegroom to his mate,

Caine dauncing forth, making his dewy hair :
And hurles hin glittring beams through gloomy air.

Spenfor's Fairy Queen.
Look! the morn, in ruflet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.

Shakespear's Hamlet, The glow-worm thews the mattin to be near, And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.

Ibid. The grey'd morn (miles on the frowning night; Check'ring the eastern clouds with freaks of light: And darknels flecker'd, like a drunkard reels, From forth day's path, and Titan's burning wheels,

Shakespear's Romeo and Juliet.

Yon grey lines,
That fret the clouds, are messengers of day,

Shakespear's Julius Cæjar.
i. How bloodily the sun begins to peer
Above yon bu ky hill! the day looks pale
At his diltemperature,
2. The southern wind
Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves,
Foretels a tempeft, and a blust'ring day.

Shakespear's Fird Part of King Henry IV. See, how the morning opes her golden gates, And takes her farewel of the glorious fun! How well resembles it the prime of youthi, Trimm'd like a yonker prancing to his love?

Shakespear's Third Part of King Henry VI. It is, methinks, a morning full of fate ! It rileth slowly, as hier sullen car Had all the weights of sleep and death hung at it! She is not roly fingerd, but fwoln black ! beider lace is like a water turn'd to blood ;


And her fick head is bound about with clouds,
As if she threaten'd night ere noon of day!
It does not look as it would have a hail,
Or health wish'd in it, as on other morns.

Johnson's Catiline.
Yet hath the morning sprinkled through the clouds
But half her tincture ; and the soil of night
Sticks still upon the bosom of the air.

Chapman's Humorous Day's Mirth. Is not yon gleam, the shudd'ring morn, that flakes With silver tincture, the east verge of heaven?

Marston's First Part of Antonio and Melida. See ! the dapple-grey coursers of the morn, Beat

up the light with their bright silver hoofs, And chase it through the sky.

Marston's Second Part of Antonio and Melidai Stay, O sweet, and do not rise ; The light, that shines, comes from thine eyes s The day breaks not, it is my heart, Because that you and I must part : Stay, or else my joys will die, And perilh in their infancy. 'Tis true, 'tis day ; what though it be? O wilt thou therefore rise from me ? Why should we rise, because 'tis light? Did we lie down, because 'twas night? Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither, Should in despite of light keep us together.

Dr. Donne. Now 'gins the fair dew-dabling blushing morn To open to the earth heav'n's eastern gates, Displaying by degrees the new-born light: The stars have trac'd their dance ; and unto night Now bid good night : The young day's centinel, the morning star, Now drives before him all his glitt'ring flock, And bids them rest within the fold unseen;



Till with his whistle Hesperus call them forth.
Now Titan up, and ready, calls aloud,
And bids the rowling hours beftir them quick
And harness up his prancing foaming steeds,
To hurry out the sun's bright chariot :
O now I hear their trampling feet approach !
Now, now I see that glorious lamp to dart
His nearer beams, and all bepaint with gold
The over-peeping tops of highest hills.

Harokins's Apollo Sbroving,
The mufes friend, grey ey'd Aurora, yet
Held all the meadows in a cooling sweat ;
'The milk white gofemores not upwards snow'd ;
Nor was the sharp and useful fteering goad
Laid on the strong-neck'd ox; no gentle bud
'The sun had dry'd ; the cattle chew'd the cud,
Low levelld on the grass ; no Aies quick sting
Inforc'd the stone- horse in a furious ring
To tear the paslive earth, nor lash his tail
About his buttocks broad ; the slimy snail
Might, on the wainscot, by his many mazes,
Winding meanders, and self-knitting traces,
Be follow'd, where he stuck ; his glitt'ring slime
Not yet wip'd off: It was so early time,
The careful smith had in his footy forge
Kindled no coal; nor did his hammers urge
His neighbours patience : Owls abrcad did fly,
And day, as then, might plead his infancy ;

Brorun's Paflorals. See Aurora puts on her crimson blush, And with resplendent rays gilds o'er the top of yon aspiring hill! the pearly dew Hangs on the rose-bud's top; and knowing it Muit be anon exhal'd, for sorrow fhrinks Itself into a tear. The early lark, With other wing'd choirefters of the morn, Chanting their anthems in harmonious airs. Lewis Slarp's Noble Stranger.


By this the choirefters o'th'wood did shake
Their wings, and sing to the bright sun's up-rise,
Whose new embroidery did gild and make
Rich, houses tops, and leaves of whistling trees.
Aurora bluihid, 'cause Sol saw her rise from bed,
As Liber had her cheeks with claret spread.

Baron. The rosy finger'd morn did there disclose

Her beauty ruddy as a blushing bride,
Gilding the marigold, painting the role ;
With Indian chrysolites her cheeks were dy'd.

The mo2 begins her glory in the east ;
And now the world prepares
To entertain new cares ;
Though th’old fuffi-'d to hinder all our rest.
Benighted seamen row their course reform,
Who coasting, were benighted by a form.
Now merchants to imported Rowage hafte,
Whilst ploughmen drive from cottages their teams :
The poor in cities rise to toil and faste ;
And lovers grieve to leave their pleasant dreams.

Sir W. Davenani's Play-House to be lett, Now night, by grief neglected, haftes away,

And they the morn's officious ulher spy,
The close attendant on the Lord of day;
Who shews the warmer of the world is nigh.

Sir W. Davenant's-Gondibert.

Μ Ο Τ Ι ο Ν. Besides, another motive doth arise

Out of the heart, from whose pure blood do spring The vital spirits ; which borne in arteries,

Continual motion to all parts do bring.
This makes the pulses beat, and lungs respire :

This holds the finews like a bridle's reins ;
And makes the body to advance, retire,
To turn, or stop, as she them Nacks, or strains.



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