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When her lascivious arms the water hurts,
About the shore's waiste, her sleek head fhe curls:
And rorid clouds being fuck'd into the air,
When down they melt, hang like fine filver hair.
You see the earth, whose head fo oft is fhorn,
Frighted to feel her locks fo rudly torn,
Stands with her hair an end ; and, thus afraid,
Turns ev'ry hair to a green naked blade.
Besides, when struck with grief, we long to die,
We spoil that most, which most does beautify ;
We rend this head-tire off. I'thus conclude,
Colours set colours out ; our eyes judge right,
Of vice or virtue by their opposite :
So, if fair hair to beauty add such grace;
Baldness must needs be ugly, vile, and base,

Dekker's Satiromaftix.
1. The goodliest and most glorious strange-built wonder,
Which that great architect hath made, is heav'n;
For there he keeps his court ; it is his kingdom,
That's his beft mafter-piece : Yet 'tis the roof,
And cieling of the world ; that may be call'd
The head or crown of earth, and yet that's bald;
All creatures in it hald; the lovely fun
Has a face sleek as gold; the full cheek'd moon
As bright and smooth as silver ; nothing there
Wears dangling locks, but some time blazing fars,
Whose flaming curls, fet realms on fire with wars.
Descend more low ; look through man's five-fold fense,
Of all, the eye bears greatest eminence ;
And yet that's bald ; the hairs that like a lace
Are ititch'd unto the lids, borrow those forms,
Like pent-houses, to save the eyes

from storms.
A head and face oʻergrown with shaggy dross,
O, 'tis an orient pearl hid all in mofs !
But when the head's all naked and uncrown'd,
It is the world's globe, even, fmooth, and round :
Baldness is nature's butt, at which our life


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Shoots her laft arrow : what man ever led
His age out with a staff, but had a head
Bare and uncover'd ? he whose years do rise
To their full height, yet not bald, is not wise.
The head is wisdom's house ; hair but the thatch.
Hair! it is the baseft ftubble ; in fcorn of it,
This proverb sprung, he has more hair than wit :
Mark you not in derision how we call
A head grown thick with hair, bush-natural.
2. By your leave master poet, but that bulh-natural
Is one of the trimmest, and most intangling'st
Beauties in a woman.
1. Right, but believe this, pardon me most fair,
You would have much more wit, had you less hair :
I could more weary you to tell the proofs
As they pass by, which fight on baldness fide,
Than were you task'd to number on a head
The hairs: I know not how your thoughts are led ;
On this strong tow's shall my opinion reft,
Heads thick of hair are good, but bald the best.

Dekker's Satiromafix.
Yet though cold age had frosted his fair hairs,
It rather seem'd with sorrow, than with years.

Drayton's Duke of Normandy. Her hair was rowl'd in many a curious fret, Much like a rich and curious coronet ; Upon whose arches twenty cupids lay, And were or ty'd, or loath to fly away:

Brown's Paftorals As in our heraldry, we deem Those colours of the best esteem, With fol and luna blazing forth The nobler arms of higher worth: So nature having drawn this piece, Than which was never artifice So neatly penn'd, and polish'd o'er With skilful art and beauty more,,


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Resolv'd for its great worth and fame,

To put it in a golden frame.
If in these outward parts we find
Such worth ; what bears her richer mind ?

Heath's Clarastella.
H A N D.

Her hand,
In whose comparison, all whites are ink
Writing their own reproach, to whose soft seizure
The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense
Hard as the palm of ploughman !

Shakespear's Troilus and Crellida,
I take thy hand, this hand,
As soft as dove's down, and as white as it ;
Or Æthiopian's tooth, or the fann'd snow
That's bolted by the northern blaft twice o'er.

Shakespear's Winter's Tale. 1. Give me your hand ; this hand is moist, my lady,

It hath felt no age, nor known no sorrow. 1. This argues fruitfulness, and lib'ral heart : Hot, hot, and moist-this hand of yours requires A fequefter from liberty, fafting and prayer, Much castigation, exercise devout ; For here's a young and sweating devil here, That commonly rebels : 'tis a good hand ; A frank one. 1. You may, indeed, fay so; For 'twas that hand, that gave my heart away. 1. A lib'ral hand. The hearts of old, gave hands ; But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.

Shakespear's Othello.. The instrument of inftruments, the hand ; Courtesy's index ; chamberlain to nature ; The body's soldier ; and mouth's caterer ; Psyche's great Secretary ; the dumb's eloquence ; The blind man's candle, and his forehead's buckler ; The minister of wrath, and friendfhip's fign.

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Η Α Ρ Ρ Ι ́ Ν Ε S S:
O, hów bitter a thing it is to look
Into happiness, through another man's eyes !

Shakespear's As you like it.
All the good we have rests in the mind ;
By whole proportions only, we redeem
Our thoughts from out confusion, and do find
The measure of ourselves, and of our pow'rs:
And that all happiness remains confind
Within the kingdom of this breast of ours;
Without whose bounds, all that we look on lies
In others jurisdictions ; others powrs ;
Out of the circuit of our liberties.
All glory, honour, fame, applause, renown,
Are not belonging to our royalties,
But t'others wills; wherein they're only grown :-
And that unless we find us all within,
We never can without us be our own.

Daniel to the Countess of Bedford. What thing fo good, which not some harm may bring? Ev'n to be happy is a dang'rous thing!

E. of Sterline's Darius It is the best felicity, to be Not foild, and vanquish'd by felicity.

Aleyn's Poiétiers. He that makes gold his wife, but not his whore ;. He that at noon-day walks by a prison door ; He that i'th' sun is neither beam nor moate ; He that's not mad after a petticoat ; He for whom poor mens curses dig no grave ; He that is neither lords nor lawyers slave ; He that makes this his fea, and that his shore; He that in's coffin's richer than before ; He that counts youth his sword, and age his staffs He whose right-hand carves his own epitaph ; He that upon his death bed is a swan ; And dead, no crow ; he is a happy man.

Dekker's Second Part of the honest Whore.


O happiness Of those that know not pride or luft of city! There's no' man bless’d, but those that most men pity.

Marston's Sopbonisba. Happy are those, That knowing, in their births, they are subject to Uncertain change, are fill prepard, and arm'd For either fortune : a rare principle, And with much labour, learnd in wisdom's school.

Maffinger's Bondmas. Physicians say, repletion springs, More from the sweet, than Sou'r things.

Herrick. That happiness does ftill the longest thrive ; Where joys and griefs have turns alternative.

Herrick. "Tis with our souls As with our eyes, that after a long darkness Are dazled at th' approach of sudden light. When i'th' midst of fears we are surpriz d With unexpected happiness ; the fisit Degrees of joy, are mere astonishment.

Denham's Sophy. Over all men hangs a doubtful fate : One gains by what another is bereft ; The frugal deities have only left A common bank of happiness below, Maintain'd like nature, by an ebb and how.

Sir Robert Howard's Indian Queen. Happiness is a stranger to mankind, And like to a forc'd motion, it is ever Strongest at the beginning; then languishing With time, grows weary of our company : But to misfortunes we so subject are, That like to natural motion, they prove ftill More vigorous in their progress.

Tuke's Adventures of Five Hours.


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