Or if fuccefs rewards what they indure;

The world's chief jewel, time they then ingage And forfeit; trufting 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 moft; Whilft we not feeling it, him moft offend,

Then lower'd fails no more fball tide the coast. They with new tops to foremafts and the main, And mifens new, fhall th'ocean's breaft 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 ftor m, falute this conftant stone ; And fcorn that ftar which ev'ry cloud could hide, The feaman's fpark, which, foon as feen, is gone. 'Tis fung, the ocean fhall his bonds untie,

And earth in half a globe be pent no more; Typhis fhall fail till Thule he defcry,

But a domeftick ftep to diftant fhore.

This Aftragon had read; and what the Greek,
Old Cretias, in Egyptian books had found;
By which, his travell'd foul, new worlds did feek,
And div'd to find the old Atlantis drown'd.

Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.
NECESSITY.

The art of our neceffities is strange,
That can make vile things precious,

Fatal neceflity is never known,

Shakespear's King Lear.

Until it ftrike; and till that blow be come,
Who falls, is by falfe vifions overthrown.

'Tis neceffity,

Lord Brooke's Mustapha.

To which the gods muft yield; and I obey,
Till I redeem it, by fome glorious way.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Falfe One.

Thofe

-Those men are fools,

That make their eyes their choofers, not their needs.
Beaumont and Fletcher's Captain.

'Tis fome man's luck to keep the joys he likes
Conceal'd for his own bofom; but my fortune
To fet them out now, for another's liking;
Like the mad mis'ry of a neceff'tous man,
That parts from his good horfe 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-muft, commands us to begin,
We lofe with honour, or with wonder win.
When foldiers hemm'd in defperation stand,
They have in courage, what they want in hope;
Neceffity in wars ftrengthens the hand,

In arts the head: And there it found a trope.
A dying ferpent doth most venom caft;
Valour fights deadly, when fhe fights her laft.

Aleyn's Poitiers.

When fear admits no hope of fafety; then
Neceflity makes daftards valiant men.

NEW S.

Herrick.

For though that tales be told that hope might feed,
Such foolish hope hath ftill unhappy fpeed.

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It is a cuftom 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 beft content :
And as the news do run, and never cease,
So more and more they daily do increase.

Cavil in the Mirror for Magiftrates.
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a lofing office; and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a fullen bell;
Remember'd, tolling a departing friend.

Shakespear's Second Part of King Henry IV.

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Why

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

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Shakespear's Cymbeline.

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

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 struck the list'ning crowd.

Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.

Ill news, like a contagion, spreads too fast ;
And in its flowest pace, makes too much haste.

Dover's Roman Generals.

NIGHT.

Midnight was come, when ev'ry vital thing

With sweet found fleep their weary limbs did reft ; The beafts were ftill; the little birds that fing, Now fweetly flept befides their mothers breast : The old and all were throwded in their neft; The waters calm, the cruel feas did cease; The woods, the fields, and all things held their peace. The golden ftars were whirl'd amid their race,

And on the earth did laugh with twinkling light;
When each thing nettled in his refting place,
Forgat day's pain with pleasure of the night:
The hare had not the greedy hounds in fight,
The fearful deer, of death flood 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 ftill unroused from the brake;
The foamy boar fear'd not the hunter's spear :
All things were still in desart, bush and brear :

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

E. of Dorjet in the Mirror for Magiftrates.
When griefly night, with visage deadly fad,
That Phoebus chearful face durft never view,
And in a foul black pitchy mantle clad,

She finds forth coming from her darksome mew,
Where the all day did hide her hated hew :
Before the door her iron chariot stood,
Already harneffed for journey new ;

And cole black fteeds yborn of hellish brood,

That on their rusty bits did champ, as they were wood.

Spenfer's Fairy Queen. Fair eldest child of love, thou fpotless night! Empress of filence, and the queen of fleep; Who with thy black cheeks pure complection, Mak'ft lover's eyes enamour'd of thy beauty.

Marloe's Luft's Dominion.

Who can exprefs the horror of that night,

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

Brandon's Octavia.

Gallop apace, you fiery footed-feeds,
Tow'rds Phabus' manfion; fuch a waggoner
As Phaeton, would whip you to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy clofe 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 fee to do their am'rous rites
By their own beauties: Or if love be blind,
It beft agrees with night. Come, civil night,
Thou fober-fuited matron 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 ftrange love, grown bold,

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Thinks

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 fnow upon a raven's back :

Come gently night; come, loving, black-brow'd night!
Give me my Romeo, and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little flars,
And he will make the face of heav'n so fair,
That all the world fhall be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garifh fun.
Q, I have bought the manñon of a love,
But not poffefs'd it! and though I am fold,
Not yet enjoy'd; fo tedious is this day,
As is the night before some 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 apprehenfion makes:
Wherein it doth impair the feeling sense,
It pays the hearing double recompence.

Shakespear's Midfummer Night's Dream.

For night hath many eyes ;

Whereof, though most do fleep, yet fome are fpies. Johnson's Sejanus. Now filent night in pitchy vapours clad,

Had mufter'd mifts, and march'd out of the west, Day's beauties darkning, fhadowy horrors fpread, The centinels were fet, 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 fo 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 fhe flung; As fhe had long'd to certify the fun, What, in his absence, in our world was done.

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