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2. Honour's a word, the ifsue of the voice.
1. The voice, fir, was ordain'd to satisfy
And fill the ears of others, not our own.
2.Where is the virtue of thy courage fled ?
When valiant with thine own integrity,
Thou didit refolve to flight opinion, as
The vulgar doom. Oft halt thou faid, honour
Doch dwell within, and cannot live abroad :
For like extracted fpirits, in
A vial shut, it keeps its vigour whilst
'Tis close retain'd; but when dispers'd and mix'd .
With open air, the virtue fo evaporates,
That all its virtue is for ever loft.
Sir W. Davenant's Fair Favourite.
Honour is like a goodly old house, which
If we repair not still with virtue's hand,
Like a citadel madly rais'd on fand,
It-falls, is swallow'd, and not found.
Davenport's City Night-Cap. For honour's a prize, and who wins it may wear it; If not, 'tis a badge, and a burthen to bear it.
Alex. Brome. Riches and poverty shall be no more
'Twixt man and man the only diff'rence deer'd, Since worth shall not be scorn'd for being poor,
Nor he that's sich, without it be esteem'd :
Whilft honour is of virtue the reward,
And those who most deserve, you most regard.
Sir Thomas Higgons on the Restauration,
Poor frighted men at sea,
To save their lives, cast all their goods away.
In storms of fortune, where there is a strife
Which shall be sav'd, man's honour, or his life ;
Who would preserve this totter'd bark from fate,
But sink the vessel to preserve the freight ?
Sir Rob. Howard's Vellal Virgin.
In other worlds devotion may have bliss,
I'm sure 'tis honour that must fave in this ;
And gen'rous honour passes doom on none,
Till first their crimes are clearer than the fun.
With him went hope in rank, a handsome maid,
Of chearful look, and lovely to behold ; In filken famite she was light array'd,
And her fair locks were woven up in gold.
She alway smild, and in her hand did hold An holy water-sprinkle, dipt in dew,
With which she sprinkled favours manifold, On whom she list ; and did great liking shew, Great liking unto many, but true love to few.
Spenser's Fairy Queer.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallows wings ;
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
Shakespear's King Richard III.
The ample proposition, that hope makes
In all designs began on earth below,
Fails in the promis'd largeness.
Shakespear's Troilus and Cressida.
1. It never yet did hurt
To lay down likelihoods and forms of hope.
2. Yes, if this present quality of war
Impede the instant act; a cause on foot
Lives fo in hope, as in an early spring
We see th’appearing buds ; which, to prove fruit,
Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair
That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build,
We first survey the plot, then draw the model ;
And when we see the figure of the house,
Then must we rate the cost of the erection ;
Which, if we find out-weighs ability,
What do we then but draw a-new the model;
In fewer offices ? At least, desist
To build at all? Much more, in this great work,
Which is almost to pluck a kingdom down
And set another up, Ihould we furvey
The plot of situation, and the model ;
Consent upon a sure foundation,
Questions surveyor, know our own estate,
How able such a work to undergo,
To weigh againft his opposite ; or else,
We fortify in paper and in figures,
Using the names of men instead of men :
Like one, that draws the model of a house
Beyond his fow'r to build it ; who, half through,
Gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost
A naked subject to the weeping clouds,
And waste for churlish winter's tyranny.
Shakespear's Second Part of King Henry IV.
Is such a bait, it covers any hook.
Johnson's Volpones I do confess, it is a strict injunction, But then the hope is, it may not be kept. A thousand things may intervene ; we see The wind fhift often, thrice a day fometimes ; Decrees may alter
upon better motion, And riper hearing. The best bow may start, And the hand may vary
Johnson's New Inn, Our hopes, I see, resemble much the sun, That rising and declining cafts large shadows ; But when his beams are dress’d in's mid-day brightness, Yields none at all : When they are farthest from Success, their gilt reflection does display The largest shews of events fair and prosp'rous.
Chapman's Revenge for Honour. · 1. These hopes are poor ; for fear is with them mix'd: 2. All fears are weak, where any hope is fix'd.
Lord Brooke's Alabam,
But O, I see our hoped good deceives us !
But what we would forego, that feldom leaves us.
Drayton's Matilda to K. John.
Hope is a poor fallad
To dine and sup with, after a two days faft.
Beaumont and Fletcher's Custom of the Country.
Things that we daily see, th' affections cloy ;
Hopes long desired bring the greatest joy.
Hope in great actions is too weak a hold,
And yields her entertainer to his foe:
When churlifh winds with testy Neptune fcold,
We cut the cables, and let anchors go.
Then hope to win, when hope of aid is gone ;
The way to safety, is to look for none.
What can we not endure,
When pains are lefsen'd by the hope of cure ?
Whey once the main spring, hope, is fall'n into
Disorder, no wonder if the leffer wheels,
Desire and joy, stand still: My thoughts, like bees,
When they have lost their king, wander
Confusedly up and down, and settle no where.
And now her hope a weak physician seems;
For hope, the common comforter, prevails
Like common med'cines, flowly in extremes.
Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert. 1. Is there no room for hope in any breait ?
2. Not since she does appear
Boldly a dweller, where
She first was entertain'd but as a guest.
1. She may in fieges be receiv'd,
Be courted too, and much believ'd,
And thus continue after wants begin ;
But is thrust out, when famine enters in.
Sir W. Davenant's Siege of Rhodes.
1. Alas, fears are so powerful,
That in concerned breasts they govern all.
2. It is our follies that'enthrones them fo,
And to just wishes, hopes are much more due.
Sir Rob. Howard's Blind Ladya
What are our hopes ?
Like garlands, on affliction's forehead worn,
Kissd in the morning, and at evening torn.
Davenport's King Fohn and Matilda,
но ѕР І Т А . L. i. I shall take other courses with my wealth, And none of you shall share in't. I have a humour To turn my money into hospitals ; Your riots come not thither.
Drink, and diseases are the ways to that too:
But will you turn a master of this college
You talk of, uncle, this fame hofpital?
And lay out money to buy wooden legs,
For crippled men of war, invite to your cost
Men that have lost their noses in hot service ?
Live and converse with rotten bawds and bone-fetters;
Provide pensions for furgery, and hard words
That eat like corrofives, and more amict
The patient? But you'll fave charges ; I confider
ily aunt, your wife, may be excellent at composing
of med'cines for corrupted lungs, imposthumes,
At making plaifters, diet-drinks, and in charity
Will be a great friend to the pox.
And you'll be famous by it; I may in time,
As I said before, if luit and wine aslift me,
Grow unsound too, and be one of her patients,
And have an office after in her houshold
To prepare lint and searcloths, empty veins,
And be comptroller of the cratches. Oh
The world would praise the new foundation
Of such a peft-house, and poor fouls drink
Your health at ev'ry festival in hot pottage !
Shirley's Gentleman of Venice, ,