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Or if success rewards what they indure ;

The world's chief jewel, time they then ingage And forfeit; trusting long the cynosure,

To bring home nought, but wretched gold, and age. Yet when the plague of ignorance shall end,

Dire ignorance, with which God plagues us most; Whilst we not feeling it, him most offend, Then lower'd fails

no more shall tide the coaft. They with new tops to foremasts and the main,

And misens new, shall th'ocean's breast invade ; Stretch new fails out, as arms to entertain

Those winds, of which their fathers were afraid. Then fure of either pole, they will with pride,

In ev'ry storm, salute this constant stone ;
And scorn that star which ev'ry cloud could hide,

The leaman's spark, which, foon as seen, is gone. 'Tis sung, the ocean shall his bonds untie,

And earth in half a globe be pent no more ;
Typhis shall fail till TZule he desery,

But a domestick flep to diftant shore.
This Aftragon had read ; and what the Greek,

Old Cretias, in Egyptian books had found ;
By which, his travelld soul, new worlds did seek,
And div'd to find the old Atlantis drown'd.

Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.
N E CE S S Tr.
The art of our necessities is strange,
That can make vile things precious,

Shakespear's King Lear. Fatal necessity is never known, Until it ftrike ; and till that blow be come, Who falls, is by false visions overthrown.

Lord Brooke's Muftapha. 'Tis necessity, To which the gods must yield; and I obey, Till I sedeem it, by some glorious way. Beaumont and Fletcher's False One.


Those men are fools, That make their eyes their choosers, "not their needs.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Captain. 'Tis some man's luck to keep the joys he likes Conceal'd for his own bosom ; but my fortune To set them out now, for another's liking ; Like the mad mis’ry of a necefl'tous man, That parts from his good horse with many praises, And goes

on foot himself: need must be obey'd In ev'ry action ; it mars man and maid.

Middleton's Women beware Women, When a needs-must, commands us to begin, We lose with honour, or with wonder win. When soldiers hemm'd in desperation stand,

They have in courage, what they want in hope ;
Necesity in wars strengthens the hand,

In arts the head : And there it found a trope.
A dying serpent doth most venom cast;
Valour fights deadly, when she fights her last.

Aleyn's PoiEtiers.
When fear admits no hope of safety ; then
Necellity makes daltards valiant men.

Herrick. NEW S. For though that tales be told that hope might feed, Such foolish hope hath still unhappy speed. It is a custom never will be broken ; In broils the bag of lies is ever open : Such lying news men daily will invent, As can the hearers fancy best content : And as the news do run, and never cease, So more and more they daily do increase.

Cavil in the Mirror for Magistrates, Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office ; and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell ; Remember'd, tolling a departing friend. Shakespear's Second Part of King Henry IV.


O 2

Why tender't thou that paper to me, with
A look untender ? If't be summer news,
Smile to't before ; if winterly, thou need'st
But keep that countnance still :
Speak, man; thy tongue
May take off some extremity, which to read
Would be ev'n mortal to me.

Shakespear's Cymbeline. Ill news hath wings, and with the wind doth go ; Comfort's a cripple, and comes ever slow.

Drayton's Barons Wars. And as dire thunder rowling o'er heav'n's vault, By murmur threatens, ere it kills aloud ; So was this fatal news in whisper brought, Which menac'd, ere it itruck the liftning crowd.

Sir W. Davenant's Goridibert. Ill news, like a contagion, spreads too fast ; And in its slowest pace, makes too much hafte.

Dover's Roman Generals.

N I G H T. Midnight was come, when ev'ry vital thing

With sweet sound sleep their weary limbs did reft ; The beasts were still ; the little birds that sing,

Now sweetly slept besides their mothers breast :

The old and all were hrowded in their nest; The waters calm, the cruel seas did cease ; The woods, the fields, and all things held their peace. The golden stars were whirl'd amid their race,

And on the earth did laugh with twinkling light; When each thing neftled in his resting place,

Forgat day's pain with pleasure of the night :

The hare had not the greedy hounds in fight, The fearful deer, of death stood not in doubt ; The partridge dream'd not of the falcon's foot. The ugly bear now minded not the stake,

Nor how the cruel mastives do him tear ;
The stag lay still unroufed from the brake; -

The foamy boar fear'd not the hunter's spear :
All chings were still in defart, bush and brear :

With quiet heart now from their travels ceas'd,
Soundly they slept in midst of all their rest.

E. of Dorset in the Mirror for Magistrates. When griesly night, with visage deadly fad,

That Phæbus chearful face durft never view, And in a foul black pitchy mantle clad,

She finds forth coming from her darksome mew,

Where she all day did hide her hated hew : Before the door her iron chariot stood, Already harnessed for journey new ; And cole black steeds yborn of hellish brood, That on their rusty bits did champ, as they were wood.

Spenser's Fairy Queen. Fair eldest child of love, thou spotless night! Empress of silence, and the queen of sleep; Who with thy black cheeks pure complection, Mak’it lover's eyes enamour'd of thy beauty.

Marloe's Luft's Dominion. Who can express the horror of that night,

When darkness lent his robes to monster fear? And heav'n's black mantle banishing the light, Made ev'ry thing in ugly form appear.

Brandon's O&tavia. Gallop apace, you fiery footed-steeds, Tow'rds Phæbus' mansion ; such a waggoner As Phaeton, would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately. Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That th' run-away's eyes may wink ; and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen. Lovers can see to do their am'rous rites By their own beauties : Or if love be blind, It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited mation all in black, And learn me how to lose a winning match, Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenheads. Hood my unmann'd blood baiting in my cheeks, With thy black mantle ; till strange love, grown bold,


O 3

Thinks true love acted, fimple modefty.
Come night, come Romeo ! Come thou day in night?
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night,
Whiter than snow upon a raven's back :
Come gently night; come, loving, black-brow'd night!
Give me my Romto, and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heav'n so fair,
That all the world shall be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
O, I have bought the manñon of a love,
But not poffefs'd it ! and though I am fold,
Not yet enjoy'd ; so tedious is this day,
As is the night before fome festival,
To an impatient child that hath new robes,
And may not wear them.

Shakespear's Romeo and Juliet
Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,
'The ear more quick of apprehension makes :
Wherein it doth impair the feeling sense,
It pays the hearing double recompence.

Shakespear's Midsummer Night's Dream. For night hath many eyes ; Whereof, though most do fleep, yet some are spies.

Johnson's Sejanus. Now filent night in pitchy vapours clad,

Had mutter'd mists, and march'd out of the west, Day's beauties darkning, fhadowy horrors spread, The centinels were set, and all at reft.

E. of Sterline's Darius. The fullen night had her black curtain spread,

Low'ring that day had tarry'd up so long ; And that the morrow might lie long a bed,

She all the heav'n with dusky clouds had hung:
Cynthia pluck'd in her newly horned head

Away to west, and under earth she flung;
As she had long'd to certify the sun,
What, in his absence, in our world was done.


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