Where ease abounds, it's eath to do amifs;
But who his limbs with labours, and his mind
Behaves with cares, cannot fo easy mifs :

Abroad in arms, at home in ftudious kind;
Who feeks with painfull toil, shall honour fooneft find.

In woods, in waves, in wars, fhe wonts to dwell,
And will be found with peril and with pain:
Ne can the man that moulds in idle cell,
Unto her happy manfion attain,

Before her gate, high God did fweat ordain,
And wakeful watches ever to abide :

But eafy is the way, and paffage plain To pleasure's palace; it may foon be spy'd, And day and night her doors too all stand open wide. Spenfer's Fairy Queen. 1. Ha, concubine! who does prince Philip mean? 2. Thy wife, thy daughter, base aspiring lords, Who to buy honour, are content to fell, Your names to infamy, your fouls to hell.

Marlee's Luft's Dominion. Mine honour is my life, both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.

Shakespear's King Richard II.

By Jove I am not covetous of gold;
Nor care I, who doth feed upon my coft :
It yearns me not, if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my defires :
But if it be a fin to covet honour,

I am the moft offending foul alive.

Shakespear's King Henry V. Though we lay these honours on this man, To ease ourselves of divers fland'rous loads; He fhall but bear them, as the afs bears gold, To groan and fweat under the business; Or led, or driven, as we point the way : And having brought our treasure where we will, Then take we down his load, and turn him off,

Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,

And graze in commons.

Let none prefume

Shakespear's Julius Cæfar.

To wear an undeferved dignity :

O that eftates, degrees, and offices,

Were not deriv'd corruptly, that clear honour
Were purchas'd by the merit of the wearer!
How many then, fhould cover, that ftand bare?
How many be commanded, that command ?
How much low pleasantry would then be glean'd
From the true feed of honour? how much honour
Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times,

To be new vann'd ?

That is honour's fcorn,

Shakespear's Merchant of Venice,

Which challenges itself as honour's born,
And is not like the fire. Honours best thrive,
When rather from our acts we them derive,
Than our fore-goers: the mere word's a flave
Debauch'd on ev'ry tomb, on ev'ry grave;
A lying trophy; and as oft is dumb,

Where duft and damn'd oblivion is the tomb
Of honour'd bones, indeed.

Shakespear's All's Well that ends Well.

He can no way worthily maintain

His prince's honour, that neglects his own.

Chapman's Second Part of Byron's Conspiracy.

For vile is honour, and a title vain,

The which true worth and danger do not gain.

Daniel's Civil War.

Is there no way to get unto our lives,

But firft to have our honour overthrown?
Alas! tho' grace of kings all greatness gives,
It cannot give us virtue, that's our own.

D 2

Daniel's Philotas.

Excefs

Excess of honour done to them that die,
Makes living men see our humanity.

Lord Brooke's Alaham.

For we, like dews, drawn to be clouds above,
Straight grow with that attractive fun in love;
Which ever raiseth light things up to fall,
In crafty power, creation natural:

Wrapt in which crown-mifts, men cannot discern,
How dearly they her glitt'ring tinctures earn,
Till thorough gloffy time, these cage-birds see,
That honour is the badge of tyranny.

Lord Brooke's Mustapha. Thou idol, honour, which we fools adore !

How many plagues do reft in thee to grieve us? Which when we have, we find there is much more, Than that, which only is a name, can give us : Of real comforts thou doft leave us poor, And of those joys thou often doft deprive us, That with ourselves doth fet us at debate, And makes us beggars in our greatest state.

Honour is so fublime perfection,

Drayton's Barons Wars.

And fo refin'd; that when God was alone,
And creatureless at firit, himself had none;

But as of th' elements, these, which we tread,
Produce all things with which we're joy'd or fed,
And those are barren both above our head:

So from low perfons doth all honour flow;
Kings, whom they would have honour'd, to us fhew,
And but direct our honour, not bestow.

For when from herbs the pure part must be won
From grofs by ftilling; this is better done
By defpis'd dung, than by the fire or fun :

Care not then, madam, how low your praises lie;
In labourer's ballads oft more piety

God finds, than in te Deum's melody.

And

And ordinance rais'd on tow'rs fo many mile,
Send not their voice, nor last fo long a while,
As fires from earth's low vaults in Sicil ifle.

Dr. Donne,

You ftill infift upon that idol honour;
Can it renew your youth? can it add wealth?
That, take off wrinkles? can it draw mens eyes
To gaze upon you in your age? can honour,
That truly is a faint to none but foldiers,
And look'd into, bears no reward but danger,
Leave you the most respected perfon living?

Honour and virtue,

Beaumont and Fletcher's Valentinian.

To me feem things in oppofition:

Nor can we with fmall danger catch at one,

But we must lose the other.

Heywood's Second Part of the Fair Maid of the Weft.
Honour is

Virtue's allow'd afcent: honour that clafps
All perfect juftice in her arms; that craves
No more refpect than what the gives; that does
Nothing but what she'll fuffer.

Malfinger's Very Woman.

1. Speak the heighth of honour

2. No man to offend,

Ne'er to reveal the fecrets of a friend;
Rather to fuffer than to do a wrong :

To make the heart no ftranger to the tongue :
Provok'd, not to betray an enemy,
Nor eat his meat I choak with flattery;
Blushless to tell wherefore I wear my scars,
Or for my confcience, or my country's wars:
To aim at juft things; if we have wildly run
Into offences, with them all undone.
'Tis poor in grief, for a wrong done, to die,
Honour to dare to live, and fatisfy.

D 3

Malfinger, Ibid.
Vain

Vain honour is a play of divers parts,

Where feigned words and geftures please our hearts :
The flatter'd audience are the actors friends;

But lofe that title, when the fable ends.

Sir John Beaumont.

Honour is to a man a tyrant then,
When honours laws he feeks from other men,
Not finds them in himself; when he attends
Not real truth, but fame, which still depends
On other's breath; yet makes a man to go
'Gainst his own paffions, and his reason too.

May's Henry II.
Love's common unto all the mass of creatures,
As life and breath; honour to man alone :
And 'mongst men, yet narr'wer, to the prudent.
Honour being then 'bove life, difhonour must
Be.worfe than death: For fate can strike but one;
Reproach doth reach whole families.

His honour's link'd

Cartwright's Siege.

Unto his life, he that will seek the one
Muft venture for the other, or lose both.

Tatham's Diftra&ted State.
He taught them honour, virtue's bafhfulness;
A fort fo yieldless, that it scorns to treat ;
Like pow'r, it grows to nothing, growing lefs:
Honour, the moral confcience of the great

!

Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.

We were too proud no ufe to make

Of Solyman's obliging proffer;
For why should honour fcorn to take,
What honour's felf does to it offer.

To have no honour,

Believe that it is loft.

Sir W. Davenant's Siege of Rhodes.

'Tis equal, fure,

and to have the world

Honour's a rich,

A glorious upper vestment, which we wear
To please the lookers on, as well as to

Delight