As when they raise the price of native goods;
And fet low values upon foreign wares.
Fane's Love in the dark. 'Tis hard to fay, what men, whom reafon guides Intend to do; much more, whom paffion rides.
Fountain's Rewards of Virtue.
We oft by light'ning read in darkest nights;
And by your paffions, I read all your natures,
Though you at other times can keep them dark.
Crown's First Part of Henry V I.
Oh, fir! your paffion's dead; and you are weaving
Garlands of fine expreffions for it's funeral.
Crown's Second Part of Henry VI.
29.231. PATIENCE.
What cannot be preferv'd when fortune takes,
Patience her injury a mock'ry makes.
The robb'd, that fmiles, fteals fomething from the thief;
He robs himself, that spends a bootless grief.
Shakespear's Othello. 2. Patience unmov'd—no marvel though the pause ;
They can be meek, that have no other caufe :
A wretched foul, bruis'd with adversity,
We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry;
But were we burden'd with like weight of pain;
As much, or more, we fhould ourselves complain.
Shakespear's Comedy of Errors.
What fortune hurts, let fuff'rance only heal;
No wisdom with extremities to deal.
Drayton's Duke of Suffolk to Queen Margaret.
1. For he whofe breaft is tender, blood fo cool,
That no wrongs heat it, is a patient fool:
What comfort do you find in b'ing fo calm ?
2. That which green wounds receive from fov'reign
balm ;
Patience, my lord; why, 'tis the foul of peace:
Of all the virtues 'tis nearest kin to heaven;
It makes men look like gods: The best of men
That eer wore earth about him, was a fufferer,
A foft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit,
The first true gentleman that ever breath'd.
The stock of patience then cannot be poor;
All it defires, it has; what monarch more?
It is the greatest enemy to law
That can be; for it doth embrace all wrongs;
And fo chains up lawyers, and womens tongues.
'Tis the perpetual pris'ner's liberty,
His walks and orchards; 'tis the bond-flave's freedom,
And makes him feem proud of each iron chain,
As though he wore it more for ftate, than pain :
It is the beggar's mufick; and thus fings,
Although their bodies beg, their fouls are kings.
O my dread liege! It is the felf fame bliss
Rears us aloft, makes men and angels kiss :
And last of all, to end a houfhold ftrife;
It is the honey 'gainst a waspish wife.
Dekker's First Part of the Honeft Whore.
'Tis an easy thing for him that has no
Pain, to talk of patience.
Tourneur's Atheist's Tragedy.
Patience grows fury that is often stirr'd ;
When conquerors wax calm, and ceafe to hate;
The conquer'd fhould not dare reiterate.
7. I have heard you with that patience,
(And with no better) as the troubled pilot
Endures a tempeft, or contrary winds:
Who, finding nevertheless his tackling fure,
His veffel tight, and fea-room round about him,
Plays with the waves, and vies his confidence
Above the blafts of fortune, till he wins
His way, through all her threatnings, to his port.
Richard Brome's Damoiselle.
He that's befotted to his fear, or eafe;
Will make his patience prove his worst disease.
Tatham's Diftracted State.
Patience in cowards is tame hopeless fear;
But in brave minds, a scorn of what they bear.
Sir R. Howard's Indian Queen.
How many great ones may remember'd be,
Who in their days molt famoufly did flourish;
Of whom no word we hear, no fign we see,
But as things wip'd out with a sponge they perish;
Because they, living, cared not to cherish
Some gentle wit, thro' pride, or covetize,
Which might their names for ever memorize?
Spenfer's Ruins of Time.
O grief of grief! O gall of all good hearts!
To fee that virtue fhould despised be
Of fuch, as firft were raised for virtuous parts;
And now, broad-fpreading, like an aged tree,
Let none fhoot up, that nigh them planted be:
O let not those of whom the mufe is fcorn'd,
Alive, or dead, be by the muse adorn'd.
Spenfer, Ibid.
Who grac'd the mufes, which her times became :
For they who give them comfort, must have fame.
Daniel's Civil War.
And to invite great men from foreign parts,
Guests worthy of this table, he did add
Rich falaries to fublimate their hearts
For high defigns: Some guerdon must be had
To raife a great, and a dejected foul:
Virtue fteers bravely, where there's fuch a pole.
Antiquity the arts fo flourishing faw,
Chear'd by their patron's fweet and temp'rate air : 'Twas hope of meed that made Apelles draw Such an unvalu'd piece of Philip's heir; And well he might: Rewards not only can Draw fuch a picture, but make such a man.
27.233. PEACE.
A peace is of the nature of a conqueft;
For then both parties nobly are fubdu'd,
And neither party lofer.
Shakespear's Second Part of King Henry IV.
Let me have war, fay I; it exceeds peace,
As far as day does night; it's sprightly, waking,
Audible, and full of vent. Peace is a
Very apoplexy, lethargy, mull'd,
Deaf, fleepy, infenfible, a getter
Of more baftard children, than war's a destroyer
Of men.
2. 'Tis fo; and as war in some fort
May be faid to be a ravisher, fo
It cannot be denied, but peace is
A great maker of cuckolds.
1. Ay, and it makes men hate one another.
z. Reafon, 'caufe they then lefs need one another.
Shakespear's Coriolanus. Now all's peace, no danger: Now what follows Idleness rufts us; fince no virtuous labour
Ends ought rewarded, eafe, fecurity,
Now all the palm wears; we made war before
So to prevent war; men with giving gifts
More than receiving, made our country ftrong:
Our matchless race of foldiers then would spend
In publick wars, not private brawls, their sp'rits;
In daring enemies, arm'd with meaneft arms;
Not courting ftrumpets, and confuming birth-rights
In apifhnefs, and envy of attire :
No labour then was harsh, no way fo deep,
Nor rock fo steep, but if a bird could scale it,
Up would our youth fly to. A foe in arms,
Stirr'd up a much more luft of his encounter,
Than of a mistress never fo be-painted :
Ambition then, was only fcaling walls,
And over-topping turrets: Fame was wealth;
Best parts, beft deeds, were beft nobility;
Honour with worth; and wealth well got, or none.
Countries we won, with as few men as countries.
Virtue fubdu'd all.
2. Juft: And then our nobles
Lov'd virtue fo, they prais'd and us'd it too;
Had rather do, than fay: their own deeds hearing
By others glorify'd, than be fo barren,
That their parts only stood in praifing others.
1. Who could not do, yet prais'd, and envy'd not:
Civil behaviour flourish'd; bounty flow'd;
Avarice to upland boors, flaves hang-men banish'd.
2. 'Tis now quite otherwife; but to note the cause
Of all these foul digreffions, and revolts
From our firft natures; this 'tis, in a word:
Since good arts fail, craft and deceit are us'd:
Men ignorant are idle; idle men
Moft practice, what they moft may do with ease,
Fashion, and favour: All their ftudies aiming
At getting money, which no wife man ever
Fed his defires with.
Chapman's Revenge of Buffey D'ambois.
Thus mighty rivers quietly do glide,
And do not by their rage their pow'rs profefs,
But by their mighty workings; when in pride
Small torrents roar more loud, and work much lefs:
Peace greatness beft becomes. Calm pow'r doth guide
With a far more imperious ftateliness,
Than all the fwords of violence can do ;
And easier gains thofe ends fhe tends unto.
Daniel's Panegyrick to the King.
The people thus in time of peace agree
To curb the great men ftill; ev'n in that form,
As in calm days they do disbranch the tree,
Which fhrowded them of late against a storm.
E. of Sterline's Julius Cæfar.
The mifery of peace! Only outfides
Are then refpected: As fhips feem very
Great upon the river, which fhew very
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