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Thou dost not know what then will be thy mind,
When thou shalt see thyself advanc'd and strong: When thou hast shak'd off that which others bind,
Thou soon forgettest what thou learned ft long : Men do not know what then themselves will be, When as more than themselves, themselves they see.
Daniel's Civil War. Now, I see, they but delude that praise us, Greatness is mock'd, prosperity betrays us ; And we are but ourselves ; although this cloud
Of interposed smoke make us seem more : These spreading parts of pomp whereof we're proud, Are not our parts, but parts of others ftore.
Daniel's Cleopatra. Though the mountains make a mighty shew,
They are but barren heaps borne up aloft ; Where plains are pleasant ftill, tho they lie low,
And are most fertile too, tho' trod on oft : Greatness is like a cloud in th'airy bounds,
Which fome base vapours have congeald above; It brawls with Vulcan, thund'ring forth huge sounds, Yet melts, and falls there, whence it first did move.
E. of Sterline's Alexandrean Tragedy. As in fine fields, weeds, or fat earth abounds,
Ev’n as the lab’rers spend, or spare their pain ; The greatest sprits, disdaining vulgar bounds,
of what they seek, the highest height must gain : They, that bright glory may be so enjoy'd,
As only born to be in action still,
E. of Sterline's Julius Cæfar.
Lord Brooke's Muftapha.
-Oh greatness fcourge ! We cannot without envy, keep high name, Nor yet difgrac'd, can have a quiet fhame.
Marston's Sophonisba. 1. He's dead, you say then. 2. Certainly : And to hear The people now diffect him, now he's gone, Makes my ears burn that lov'd him not : Such libels, Such elegies and epigrams they have made, More odious than he was. Brother, great men Had need to live by love, meting their deeds With virtue's rule ; found, with the weight of judgment, Their privat'it action : For though, while they live, Their pow'r and policy mask their villanies, Their bribes, their luft, pride and ambition ; And make a many slaves to worship them ; They are their flatt'rers, and their bawds in these : Those very slaves shall, when these great beasts die, Publish their bowels to the vulgar eye.
Beaumont and Fletcher's Four Plays in One. Since by your greatness, you Are nearer heav'n in place; be nearer it In goodness: Rich men should transcend the
poor, As clouds the earth ; rais'd by the comfort of The sun, to water dry and barren grounds.
Tourneur's Atheiff's Tragedy. Both flow’rs and weeds, spring when the sun is warm ; And great men do great good, or else great harm.
Webster's White Devil. The great are like the base ; nay, they're the same, When they seek shameful ways to avoid shame.
Webster's Dutchefs of Malfy. Thus he was brought to act his fatal hour
Upon a scaffold: To let greatness know
Greatness triumphing on the tow'ring height
Of honour, if it once be turn'd at all, Finds motion in itself: The very weight
Great bodies have, accelerates their fall : There is no medium in their declination, Between the height, and the precipitation.
Aleyn's Hen. VII.
rays from meanest plants that grow.
Sir John Beaumont.
Shirley's Bird in a Cage. Trust not a great man, most of them diffemble ; Pride, and court-cunning have betray'd their faith To a secure idolatry; their soul Is lighter than a compliment : Take heed, They'll flatter thy too young ambition, Feed thee with names, and then like subtile chymists, Having extracted, drawn thy spirit up, Laugh, they have made thee miserable.
Shirley's Grateful Servant, It is the curse of greatness To be its own destruction. So we see That mountain-cedars have the least defence 'Gainst storms, when shrubs confront their violence.
Nabbs's Hannibal and Scipio.
Greatness is but the shadow of the beams
Suckling's Sad One.
Herrick. Be in thy greatness easy, and thy brow
Still clear, and comforting as breaking light ; The great, with bus'ness troubled, weakly bow;
Pow'r should with publick burdens walk upright. We chearfulness, as innocence commend ;
The great, may with benign and chearful eyes The people wrong, yet not the wrong?d offend; Who feel most wrong, from those who them despise,
Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert. Our envy never would great men pursue, If their great plagues, and passions too we knew.
Crown's Ambitious Statesman. I was born with greatness ; I've honours, titles, power, here within : All vain external greatness I contemn. Am I the higher for supporting mountains ? The taller for a fatt'rer's humble bowing ? Have I more room for being throng'd with follow'rs? The larger soul for having all my thoughts Filled with the lumber of the state affairs ? Honours and riches are all splendid vanities ; They are of chiefest use to fools and knaves.'
Crown's Ambitious Statesman.
Marmyon's Holland's Leaguer.
I stand like one Has loft his way, and no man near him to enquire it of : Yet there's a providence above, that knows The roads which ill men tread, and can direct Enquiring justice : The passengers that travel In the wide ocean, where no paths are ; Look up, and leave their conduct to a star.
Sir Robert Howard's Surprisal
HA I R.
Be the most royal; if discourse, wit, judgment,