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The lefser lights, like centinels in war,
Behind the clouds stood privily to pry,
Of his escape the manner to descry ;
As they had held a council in the sky,
Only the screech-owl sounded to th’assault ; And Isis with a troubled murmur rush'd,
As if consenting, and would hide the fault ; And as his foot the sand or gravel crush'd,
There was a little whisp'ring in the vault, Moy'd by his treading softly as he went, Which seem'd to say, it further'd his intent.
Drayton's Barons Wars. The night doth summon all to sleep :
Methinks this time becometh lovers beft; Night was ordain'd, together friends to keep:
How happy are all other living things, Which though the day disjoin by fev'ral flight,
The quiet evening yet together brings; And each returns unto his love at night?
O, thou that art so courteous elle to all, Why shouldft thou night, abıse me only thus :
That ev'ry creature to his kind doft call,
Well could I wish it would be ever day,
Soul lurk in shades, and fhun the light some skies ;
Beaument and Fletcher's Faithful Shepherdefs. If ev'ry trick were told, that's dealt by night ; There are few here, that would not blush outright.
Tourneur's Revenger's Tragedy. Stand, night, upon thy noonstead : and attend My fate's security ; If ever blackness pleas*d, Or deeds, to which men may resemble thee, Turn then thy footy horse, and with their feet
Beat back the rising morn: and force the sun
Brown's Paftorals. Night, that doth basely keep the door of sin, - And hide gross murders and adulteries ; With all the mortal fins the world commits From the clear eye sight of the morning! Thou that ne'er changest colour for a fin, Worse than apoftacy; Itand centinel this hour, And with thy negro's face, veil my intent : Put out the golden candles with thy fogs, And let original darkness, that is fled With chaos to the center, guard my steps. How hush'd is all things ! and the world appears Like to a churchyard full of dead. Death's picture, fleep, looks as if passing bells Went for each vital spirit; and appears As if our souls had took their gen’ral flight, And cheated nature of her motion. Then on unto thy practice-none can descry The black intent, but night and her black eye.
Valiant Wellman, For there's no diff'rence ’twixt the king and clown, The poor and rich, the beauteous and deform'd, Wrapt in the veil of night, and bonds of sleep;
Without whose pow'r and sweet dominion,
May's Continuation of Lucan: -Yonder's the night too, stealing away With her black gown about her ; Like a kind wench, that had staid out the Laft minute with a man.
Suckling's Goblinse Those who the greatest wand'rers are,
Wild birds, that in the day
Frequent no certain way,
Will fill at night discreetly come
Sir W. Davenant's Siege of Rhodes.
Ν Ο Β 1 L Ι Τ Υ. It moft behoves the honourable race,
Of mighty peers true wisdom to sustain ; And with their noble countenance to grace
The learned forheads, without gift or gain: Or rather learn'd themselves behoves to be;
That is the girlond of nobility. But ah ! all otherwise they do esteem
Of th' heav'nly gift of wisdom's influence, And to be learned, it a base thing deem ;
Base minded they that want intelligence : For god himself for wisdom most is prais’d,
And men to God thereby are nighest rais d. But they do only strive themselves to raise
Through pompous pride, and foolish vanity ;.
And only boast of arms and ancestry:
Spenser's Tears of the Muses. Ne do they care to have the ancestry
Of the old heroes memoriz'd anew ; Ne do they care that late posterity
Should know their names, or speak their praises due : But die forgot, from whence at first they sprong, As they themselves shall be forgot ere long.
Spenser, ibid. What doth avail to have a princely place,
A name of honour, and a high degree, To come by kindred of a noble race,
Except we princely, worthy, noble be ?
The fruit declares the goodness of the tree.