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, Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert. The art of our neceffities is strange, Fatal neceflity is never known, Shakespear's King Lear. Until it ftrike; and till that blow be come, 'Tis neceffity, Lord Brooke's Mustapha. To which the gods muft yield; and I obey, Beaumont and Fletcher's Falfe One. Thofe -Those men are fools, That make their eyes their choofers, not their needs. 'Tis fome man's luck to keep the joys he likes Middleton's Women beware Women. In arts the head: And there it found a trope. Aleyn's Poitiers. When fear admits no hope of fafety; then NEW S. Herrick. For though that tales be told that hope might feed, : It is a cuftom never will be broken; Cavil in the Mirror for Magiftrates. Shakespear's Second Part of King Henry IV. O 2 Why Why tender'ft thou that paper to me, with which to read Shakespear's Cymbeline. Ill news hath wings, and with the wind doth go; Drayton's Barons Wars, So was this fatal news in whisper brought, Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert. Ill news, like a contagion, spreads too fast ; 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; Nor how the cruel mastives do him tear ; With quiet heart now from their travels ceas'd, E. of Dorjet in the Mirror for Magiftrates. She finds forth coming from her darksome mew, 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, 0 3 Thinks Thinks true love acted, fimple modefty. Come gently night; come, loving, black-brow'd night! Shakespear's Romeo and Juliet. 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. The |