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The Grecians knew this, when they judg'd the body
The common rites of burial. Careful nature
Marcus Tullius Cicero.
Sir W. Davenant's Distresés. Self-murder, that infernal crime, Which all the gods level their thunder at ! Why, 'tis an act che gods admire, and envy, Because they cannot do't : And where's the wrong ? May I not mow my grass, reap my own corn,
Cut my own woods, lay down this load of life,
N A T U R E.
Whereof it came; and is dispos’d alike :
With horn the hart, with hoof the horse doth strike ;
The wolf doth spoil, the fubtle fox doth pike ; And to conclude, no filh, flesh, fowl, or plant, Of their true dame, the property doth want.
Phaer in the Mirror for Magiftrates.
Oh noble strain! worthiness of nature, breed of greatness ! Cowards father cowards, and base things fire the base : Nature hath meal and bran ; contempt and grace.
Cymbeline. For nature, crescent, does not grow alone In thews and bulk; but, as this temple waxes, The inward service of the mind and soul Grows wide withal.
Nature is motion's mother,
-What nature lent Is still in hers, and not our government,
Lord Brooke's Alaham. For it follows well, That nature, fince herself decay doth hate ; Should favour those that strengthen their estate.
Tourneur's Atheist's Tragedy Nature hath made nothing so base, but can Read some instruction to the wiseft man.
Aleyn's Crescey: Nature is impartial, And in her work of man, prefers not names Of ancestors ; she sometimes forms a piece For admiration from the baseft earth, That holds a foul ; and to a beggar's issue Gives those perfections inake a beauty up; When purer moulds, polith'd and glofs'à with titles, Honours and wealth, bestow upon
their bloods Deform'd impressions ; objects only fit For sport or pity.
Nabbs's Tottenham-Court, Nor let us say some things 'gainst nature be, Because fuch things as those we seldom see: We know not what is natural; but call Those acts, which God does often, natural ; Where, if we weigh'd with a religious eye The pow'r of doing, not the frequency ; All things alike in itrangeness to our thought Would be, which he in the creation wrought: But in those rare and wond'rous things, may we The freedom of that great creator see ; When he at first the course of things ordain'd, And nature within certain bounds restrain'd, That laws of seeds and seasons may be known, He did not then at all confine his own
Almighty pow'r ; but whensoe'er he will,
May's Henry II.
Baron. Heav'n study more in nature, than in schools ; Let nature's image never by thee pass Like unmark'd time ; but those unthinking fools Despise, who spy not Godhead through her glass.
Sir W. Davenant's
Gondibert. 'Tis the first sanction nature gave to man, Each other to affist in what they can ; Just or unjust, this law for ever stands ; All things are good by law, which she commands.
Dinham, Nature is so kind As to exceed man's use, though not his mind.
Prologue to Sir R. Howard's Indian Queen. Nature's an occan endlesly profound, Where line could never yet discover ground : We only see what on the surface swim, And what we often see, we ne'er esteem : If one by chance a monfter brings to fhore ; The monster we admire, the fisher more. Crown's Second Part of the Defruction of Jerufalem.
N A V IGATION. Wise nature from this face of ground,
Into the deep taught man to find the way ; That in the floods her treasure might be found,
To make him search for evhat she there did lay :
She gave him courage, as her only key;
Drayton's Barons Wars.
By armies, stow'd in fleets, exhaufted Spain
Sir W. Davenant's Siege of Rhodes. For this effectual day, his art reveald
What has so oft made nature's spies to pine, The loadstone's mystick use, so long conceald
In close alliance with the coarfer mine. And this, in sleepy vision, he was bid
To register in characters unknown ; Which heav'n will have from navigators hid,
Till Saturn's walk be twenty circuits grown. For as religion, in the warm east bred,
And arts, which next to it most needful were, From vices sprung from their corruption fled ;
And thence vouchsaf'd a cold piantation here : So when they here again corrupted be,
For man can ev'n his antidotes infect, Heav'n's reserv'd world they in the west shall see ;
To which this stone's hid virtue will direct. Religion then, whose age this world upbraids,
As scorn'd deformity, will thither iteer ; Serv'd at fit distance by the arts, her maids;
Which grow too bold, when they attend too near. And some, whom traffick thither tempts, shall thence
In her exchange, though they did grudge her shrines, And poorly baniih'd her to save expence,
Bring home the idol, gold, from new-found mines. Till then, fad pilots must be often loft,
Whilst from the ocean's-dreaded face they shrink; And seeking safety near the coz’ning coatt,
With winds surpriz’d, by rocky ambulh fink.