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The lefser lights, like centinels in war,

Behind the clouds stood privily to pry,
As though unseen they subt'ly ftrove from far,

Of his escape the manner to descry ;
Hid was each wand'ring, as each fixed star,

As they had held a council in the sky,
And had concluded with that present night,
That not a itar should once give any light.
In a slow silence all the shores are hush'd ;

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,
And yet 'tis thou doft only sever us ?

Well could I wish it would be ever day,
If when night comes, you bid me go away.

Drayton's Ideas
Now barks the wolf against the full cheek'd moon ;
Now lions half-cramm'd entrails roar for food ;
Now croaks the toad, and night-crows screech aloud,
Flutt'ring 'bout calements of departing fouls.
Now gapes the graves, and throʻ their yawns. let loose
Imprison’d spirits to revisit earth..
Marston's Second Part of Antonio and Mellida.


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Soul lurk in shades, and fhun the light some skies ;
In night, the blind man misseth not his eyes.

Marfion's Malecontext.
See ! the heavy clouds low falling,
And bright Hefperus down calling
The dead night from under ground;
At whose rising, mifts unsound,
Damps and vapours fly apace,
Hov'ring o'er the wanton face
Of these pastures ; where they come,
Striking dead both bud and bloom :
Therefore from fuch danger lock
Every one his loved flock,
And let your dogs lie loose without,
Left the wolf come as a scout
From the mountain, and ere day,
Bear a lamb or kid away ;
Or the crafty thievish fox,
Break upon your fimple flocks :
To secure your self from these,
Be not too secure in ease ;
Lot one eye his watches keep,
Whilst the other eye doth fleep;
So you shall good shepherds prove,
And for ever hold the love
Of our great God. Sweetest flumbers
And soft filence fall in numbers
On your eye-lids : fo farewel,
Thus I end my evening's knell.

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
Forbear his lustre ; till this black deed's done.

Mason's Muleases.
The fable mantle of the silent night,
Shut from the world the very joysome light :
Care fled away, and softest slumbers please
To leave the court for lowly cottages :
Wild beasts forsook their dens on woody hills,
And sleightful otters left the purling rills;
Rooks to their nests in high woods now were flung,
And with their spread wings shield their naked young ;
When thieves from thickets to the cross ways ftir,
And terror frights the lonely passenger :
When nought was heard but now and then the howl
Of some wild cur, or whooping of the ow).

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;


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Without whose pow'r and sweet dominion,
Our life were hell, and pleasure painfulness;
The sting of envy, and the dart of love,
Avarice talons, and the fire of hate,
Would poifon, would distract, and soon consume
The heart, the liver, life, and mind of man.
The sturdy mower that with brawny arms
Wieldeth 'the crooked fcythe in many a swath,
Cutting the flow'ry pride oʻthe velvet plain,
Lies down at night, and in the weary folds
Of his wive's arms, forgets his labour pait :
The painfuł mariner, and careful smith,
The toiling ploughman, all artificers,
Moft humbly yield to my dominion :
Without due reft nothing is durable.
Lo thus does Somnus conquer all the world
With his most awful wand ; and, half the year,
Reigns o'er the best and proudest emperors !

Night's filent reign had robb’d the world of light;
To lend, in lieu, a greater benefit
Repose and feep; when ev'ry mortal breast
Whom care or grief permitted, took their rest.

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,
And know no limits in the air ;

Will fill at night discreetly come
And take their civil rest at home.

Sir W. Davenant's Siege of Rhodes.

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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 ;.
In th' eyes of people they put all their praise,

And only boast of arms and ancestry:
But virtuous deeds, which did those arms first give
To their grandfires, they care not to atchieve.

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.
Do brag no more of birth, or lineage then ;
For virtue, grace, and manners make the man.


for Magiftrates.

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