And his fair house, rais'd high in envy's eye,
Whose pillars rear'd perhaps on blood and wrong,
The spoils and pillage of iniquity,

Who can affure it to continue long?

If rage fpar'd not the walls of piety,

Shall the profaneft piles of fin keep ftrong?

How many proud, afpiring palaces,

Have we known made the prey of wrath and pride; Levell'd with th' earth, left to forgetfulness;

Whilft titlers their pretended rights decide,

Or civil tumults, or an orderless

Order, pretending change of fome ftrong fide.

A room prepar'd with pilafters fhe chose,

Daniel.

That to the roof their flender points did rear, Arching the top, whereas they all did close ; Which from below fhew'd like an hemisphere: In whose concavity she did compose

The conftellations, that to us appear

In their corporeal shapes, with stars enchas'd,
As by th' old poets they on heav'n were plac'd.

About which lodging, tow'rds the upper face,
Run a fine border, circularly led,

As equal 'twixt the zenith and the bafe,

Which as a zone the wafte ingirdled,

That lent the fight a breathing, by the space

'Twixt things near hand, and thofe far over head. Drayton.

Here the architect

Did not with curious skill a pile erect

Of carved marble, touch, or porphery,

But built a houfe for hofpitality;

No fumptuous chimney-piece of fhining stone
Invites the ftrangers eye to gaze upon,
And coldly entertain his fight, but clear

And cheerful flames, cherish and warm him here :

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Νο

No Dorick, nor Corinthian pillars grace
With imag'ry this ftructure's naked face,
The lord and lady of this place delight
Rather to be in act, than seem in fight;
Instead of statues to adorn their wall,
They throng with living men, their merry hall;
Where at large tables fill'd with wholsome meats
The fervant, tenant, and kind neighbour eats.
Some of that rank, spun of a finer thread,
Are with the women, ftew'rd, and chaplain fed
With dainties cates; others of better note,
Whom wealth, parts, office, or the herald's coat
Have fever'd from the common, freely fit
At the lord's table. Amalthea's horn
Of plenty, is not in effigie worn

Without the gate, but the within the door,
Empties her free and unexhausted store.

Nor, crown'd with wheaten wreaths, doth Ceres ftand
In stone, with a crook'd fickle in her hand:

Nor, on a marble tun, his face befmear'd

With grapes, is curl'd unfcizzar'd Bacchus rear'd.

We offer not in emblems to the eyes,

But to the tafte those useful deities.

Not walls, but subjects love

Do to a prince the strongest castle prove.

Carew.

Behold, great prince, allegiance mix'd with love
Lock'd in our breafts: thou art the living key

To fhut, and to unlock them at thy pleasure.

Goffe's Raging Turk.

The neighb'ring monarch, wealthy and at ease,
Will build a city all of palaces:

A work, which does the founder's wealth exprefs,
And that he weary is of that access :

Why fhould he elfe his folid treasure waste

To make the fhadow of his mem'ry last ?

Since from that ftrength which he from quarries brings, To make his name out-wear all other things,

He

For

He but provides his purpose to prevent;
His name may perish ere the monument:
many a city built for future fame,
Has long out-liv'd the vanish'd founder's name.
By that tall pyramid, which does appear
The strongest pile that art did ever rear,
Egyptians now themselves like strangers pafs,
And but in vain, ask who the artist was?
Ev'n of the learn'd but few fo curious feem
As to defire to know the name of him

For whom 'twas built: and both their aims have loft, One in his art, the other in his cost.

Sir W. Davenant.

CALAMITY.

H, Craterus, do not infult calamity,
It is a barb'rous grofnefs, to lay on
The weight of fcorn, where heavy misery
Too much already weighs mens fortunes down:
For if the caufe be ill, I undergo

The law, and not reproach, mult make it so.

Calamity, is man's true touch-stone.

Daniel's Philotas.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Four Plays in one.

Cunning calamity!

That others grofs wits ufes to refine,

When I molt need it, dulls the edge of mine.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Honeft Man's Fortune,

Calamity, in Homer, barefoot goes;

Therefore, encountring hard and ftubborn men, She makes a lefs impreffion of her woes;

For the is bare-foot, and treads lightly then. But if with foft, and gentle fouls the meet, She dares more boldly trample with her feet.

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Aleyn's Henry VII

How

How wifely fate ordain'd for human kind
Calamity which is the perfect glafs
Wherein we truly fee and know ourselves.
How juftly it created life but fhort!
For being incident to many griefs,

Had it been deftin'd to continue long,

Fate, to please fools, had done the wife great wrong.

Know, he that

Sir W. Davenant's Law against Lovers.

Foretells his own calamity, and makes
Events before they come, twice over, doth
Endure the pains of evil deftiny.

But we must truft to virtue, not to fate:

That may protect, whom cruel ftars will hate.

Sir W. Davenant's Diftreffes.

CARE.

There entring in, they found the good man felf,
Full bufily unto his work ybent;
Who was to weet, a wretched wearish elf,

With hollow eyes and rawbone cheeks forfpent,
As if he had in prifon long been pent:

Full black and griefly did his face appear, Befmear'd with fmoke that nigh his eye-fight blent; With rugged beard, and hoary fhagged hair, The which he never wont to comb, or comely fhear.

Rude was his garment, and to rags all rent,

Ne better had he, ne for better car'd: With bliftring hands emongst the cinders brent, And fingers filthy, with long nails unpar'd, Right fit to rend the food, on which he far'd: His name was Care; a blackfmith by his trade, That neither day nor night from working fpar'd, But to fmall purpose iron wedges made; Thofe be unquiet thoughts, that carefull minds invade. Spenfer's Fairy Queen.

Sir Scudamore there entring, much admir'd
The manner of their work and weary pain ;
And having long beheld, at last enquir'd

The cause and end thereof: but all in vain ; For they, for nought would from their work refrain, Ne let his fpeeches come unto their ear;

And eke the breathfull bellows blew amain,

Like to the northern wind, that none could hear:
Thofe penfiveness did move, and fighs the bellows were
Spenfer's Fairy Queen,

Another shape appears

Of greedy care, ftill brushing up the breers,
His knuckles knobb'd, his flesh deep dented in,
With tawed hands, and hardy tanned skin.

The morrow grey no fooner hath begun
To fpread his light, ev'n peeping in our eyes,
When he is up, and to his work yrun;

But let the night's black mifty mantles rise,
And with foul durk never so much disguise
The fair bright day, yet ceaseth he no while,
But hath his candles to prolong his toil.

Sackville E. of Dorfet, in the Mirror for Magiftrates.

Timely crooks that tree that will be a camock
And young it pricks that will be a thorn; and
Therefore he that began without care to
Settle his Life, it is a fign without
Amendment he will end it.

Lilly's Endimions.

Thus, fometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
And, after fummer, ever more fucceeds
Barren winter with his wrathful nipping cold ;;
So cares and joys abound, as feafons fleet.

Shakespear's Second Part of King Henry VI

Care keeps his watch in ev'ry old man's eye,
And where care lodgeth, fleep will never lye.

Shakespear's Romeo and Juliet..