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The multitude, which cannot one thing long
W. Hemmings's Jews Tragedy. But this rough tide, the meeting multitude,
If we oppose, we make our voyage long ; Yet when we with it row, it is subdu'd ;
And we are wise, when men in vain are strong. Then to the people fue ; but hide your force ;
For they believe the strong are ftill unjuft: Never to armed suitors yield remorse ;
And where they see the pow'r, the right distrust. Assault their pity, as their weakest part;
Which the first plaintiff never fails to move ; They search but in the face to find the heart; And grief in princes, more than triumph love.
Sir W. Davenant's Gondiberts. The giddy multitude, who never fear A threatning danger, till they see it near, Do fondly from their own protection fly, And just assistance to their king deny. Oppos'd by some, forsaken by the rest; All will be conquer'd, rather than oppreft : N 6
But when deftruction on themselves they bring,
Crown's Charles VIII. of France.
M U R DE R. Horror pursues the homicide's fad soul,
Fear hunts his ccnscience with an hue and cry, That drinks the blood of men in murder's bowl ;
Suspicious thoughts do reft in life deny ;
Hate seldom iuffers him in peace to die :
Mirror for Magiftrates,
2. What's the matter?
Second Part of King Henry VI. Who finds the heiter dead, and bleeding fresh, And sees fast by a butcher with an ax, But will suspect, 'twas he that made the slaughter ? Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest, But may imagine how the bird was dead, Although the kite foar with unbloody'd beak ? Ev'n fo suspicious is this tragedy.
Ibid. Blood though it sleep a time, yet never dies : The gods on murd'rers fix revengeful eyes.
Chapman's Widow's tears.
When murd'rers shut deeds close, this curse does fealthem; If none disclose them, they themselves reveal them.
Tourneur's Revenger's Tragedy. Murder is open-mouth'd ; and as the sea Whose cov’tous waves imprison'd by the land, Bellow for grief, and roar upon the sand : So from the earth it cries, and like a child, Wrong'd by his careless nurse, will not be stillid.
Mason's Muleafles. There's great suspicion of the murder ; But no sound proof who did it: for my part, I do not think she hath a soul so black To act a deed fo bloody; if she have, As in cold countries husbandmen plant vines, And with warm blood manure them ; even fo, One summer she will bear unsav'ry fruit; And ere next spring, wither both branch and root.
Webster's White Devil. Murder itself is past all expiation, The greatelt crime that nature doth abhor : Not being, is abominable to her ; And when we be, make others not to be, 'Tis worse than beftial : and we did not so, When only we by nature's aid did live. A het'rogeneous kind, as semi-beasts ; When reason challeng'd searce a part in us ; But now doth manhood and civility Stand at the bar of justice, and there plead How much they're wronged ; and how much defac'a. When man doth dye his hands in blood of man. Judgment itself would scarce a law enact Against the murd'rer, thinking it a fact That man 'gainst man would never dare commit; Since the worst things of nature do not it.
Goffe's Oreftes. Blood hath strange organs to discourse withal; It is a clam'rous orator, and then
Ev'n nature will exceed herself, to tell
Gomer sall's Lodovick Sforza:
Who by blood offends, By his own, facrific'd must make amends.
Randolph's Amyntas. And those who to themselves lov'd life deny ; Want feldom pow'r to aid their will, When they would others kill.
Sir W. Davenant's Siege of Rhodes.
- There's the respect,