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Daniel's Civil War. Ignorance, that fometimes makes the hypocrite, Wants never mischief ; though it oft want fear: For whilst we think faith made to answer wit, Observe the justice that doth follow it.
Lord Brooke's Alahan. Oh, to confess, we know not what we should, Is half excuse ; we know not, what we would.
Dr. Donne, Heaven pities ignorance; She's still the first, that has her pardon fign'd: All fins elfe see their faults, she's only blind,
Middleton's No Help like a Woman's. Ignorance, when it hath purchas'd honour, It cannot wield it.
Webster's Dutchefs of Malfy. Can unjust ignorance offer fo much Wrong to itself? 'yet I have heard that such, For whom no language can be plain enough, Praise nought, but intricate and clouded stuff; As if that conscious to their own weak sense, Because they know not perfect eloquence, And yet would seem; they think that beft must be, That's fartheft off from their capacity.
May on Rutter's Shepherd's Holyday. But 'tis fome justice to ascribe to chance The wrongs you must expect from ignorance : None can the moulds of their creation chuse, We therefore should mens ignorance excuse,
When born too low, to reach at things sublime ;
Sir W. Davenant on E. of Orrery.
Sir W. Davenant's Fair Favourite.
apprehend some joy,
Shakespear's Midsummer Night's Dream.
Johnson's Every Man in his Humour.
Whilft yet mine eyes do surfeit with delight,
My wofull heart imprison'd in my breaft, Witheth to be tran formed to my sight;
That it, like those, by looking might be blest : But whilft mine eyes thus greedily do gaze,
Finding their objects over-foon depart, These now the others happiness do praise,
Wishing themselves that they had been my heart; That eyes were heart, or that the heari were eyes ;
As covetous the other's use to have :
This to each other mutually they crave ;
Drayton's Matilda to King John. -- Subtile opinion, Working in man's decayed faculties, Cuts out and shapes illusive fantasies; And our weak apprehensions, like wax Receive the form, and presently convey Unto our dull imagination : And hereupon we ground a thousand lies, As that we see deyils rattling in their chains ; Ghosts of dead men, variety of spirits ; When our own guilty conscience is che hell, And our black thoughts, the caverns where they dwell.
Day's Law Tricks. Imagination works ; how she can frame Things which are not; methinks she stands afore me, And by the quick idea of my mind, skill pregnant, I could draw her picture.
Webster's White Devil.
Odds in conceit: Conceit, an instrument,
Cartwright's Ordinary, IMPRISON M E N T. Nay, be thou fure, l'il well requite thy kindness ; For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure ; Ay, such a pleasure, as incaged birds Conceive, when after many moody thoughts, At last by notes of houshold harmony, They quite forget their lofs of liberty.
Shakespear's Third Part of King Henry VI. For as these tow'rs our bodies do inclose, So our souls prisons verily are those ; Our bodies stopping that celestial light, As these do hinder our exterior fight : Whereon death seizing, doth discharge the debt, And us at blessed liberty doth fet. Drayton's Jane Grey to Gildford Dudley.
Maffinger and Field's Fatal Dowry.
Moffinger's Maid of Honour.
mis’ries than you are ! you like beasts
Shirley's Court Secret.