John Ford's Broken Heart.

Rife from thy fcorching den, thou foul of mifchief!
My blood boils hotter than the poifon❜d flesh
Of Hercules cloath'd in the Centaur's fhirt :
Swell me revenge, till I become a hill
High as Olympus cloud-dividing top;
That I might fall, and crush them into air.

Man's difpofition is for to requite
An injury, before a benefit:

Rawlins's Rebellion.

Thanksgiving is a burden, and a pain;
Revenge is pleafing to us, as our gain.

Herrick.

Revenge, impatient Hubert proudly fought,
Revenge, which ev'n when just, the wife deride;
For on paft wrongs we spend our time and thought,
Which fcarce against the future can provide.

Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.
Revenge, weak womens valour, and in men,
The ruffian's cowardice, keep from thy breaft:
The factious palace is the ferpent's den,

Whom cowards there, with fecret flanghter feaft.

Revenge, is but a braver name for fear;

'Tis Indian's furious fear, when they are fed.

With valiant foes; whofe hearts their teeth muft tear, Before they boldly dare believe them dead.

Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert

'Twas a poor, a low revenge, unworthy My virtues, or my injuries; and

As now my fame, fo then my infamy,

Would blot out his; and I, instead of his empire,

Shall

Shall only be the heir of all his curses.
No: I'll be still myself, and carry

with me

My innocence to th'other world; and leave
My fame to this: "Twill be a brave revenge,
To raife my mind to a constancy fo high,

That may look down upon his threats; my patience
Shall mock his fury: Nor fhall he be fo happy
'To make me mis'rable: And my fuff'rings fhall
Erect a prouder trophy to my name,

Than all my profp'rous actions. Every pilot
Can fteer the fhip in calms; but he performs
The skillful part, can manage it in storms.

There are affronts fo great,

Denham's Sophy.

And height'ned by fuch odious circumstances,
As do release us from the ufual forms
Of generous revenge; and fets us free
To take it on any advantage,

Tuke's Adventures of Five Hours.

Who merits my revenge and hate, must prove
As brave and great, as he who gains my love.

Crown's Juliana.

And what's fo defp'rate as an angry flave;
When, by adventuring, he revenge may have?

Crown's Charles VIII. of France.
REWARD.

If either vice or virtue we aband;

We either are rewarded as we serve,

Or elfe are plagued, as our deeds deserve.

Mirror for Magiftrates.

Thou'rt fo far before,

That fwifteft wing of recompence is flow,

To overtake thee. Would thou'dft lefs deferv'd,
That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine: Only I've left to fay,
More is thy due, than more than all can pay.

Shakespear's Macbeth.

"Tis well, if fome men will do well for price; So few are virtuous, when reward's away.

Johnfon's Catiline:

They follow virtue, for reward, to day;
To morrow vice, if fhe give better pay :
And are fo good, or bad, just at a price,
As nothing elfe difcerns the virtue or the vice.

Johnfon's Epigrams.

For fuch great merit do upbraid, and call
For great reward, or think the great too small.

And kings love not to beholden ought;

Which makes their chiefeft friends oft fpeed the worft: For those, by whom their fortunes have been wrought, Put them in mind of what they were at first ; Whofe doubtful faith, if once in queftion brought, 'Tis thought they will offend, because they durft; And taken in a fault, are never spar'd:

B'ing eafier to revenge, than to reward.

Honour pays

Daniel's Civil War.

Double, where kings neglect; and he is valiant
Truly, that dares forget to be rewarded.

Shirley's Young Admiral.

They are a prefent worth acceptance;
The piety came with them more than doubles
Their value: If vice blush not at rewards,
There is no fhame for virtue to receive them.

Shirley's Example.

-He bestows rich largefs on his men, T'enflame their minds; that if they did not love Virtue for her own felf, rewards fhould then

Win their loves to her, and their dullness move. Reward is the great pillar of a state,

Which doth fupport as Arongly as her fate.

A gen'rous fpirit is not drawn, but led
To stake a life, and hazard it in war :
Soldiers their blood will liberally fhed,
Where free rewards and lib'ral guerdons are.
Aurelian takes this council: To beltow
Gold on his men, and iron on his foe.

Nor is it fafe for fubjects fince,
Too much to oblige their prince,
With mighty service, that exceed
The power of his noblest meed :
For whom he cannot well reward,
He'll find occafion to discard.

Aleyn's Poitiers.

Baron's Mirza.

He who his country ferves, with justice may
Challenge, nay force rewards; if none will pay.
It is a grief diftracts a gen'rous mind,

When more to chance than merit is affign'd.
Merits more great than Cafar, who can plead ?
What he hath done for Rome refpect should breed.
2. Who ever fav'd a town by his defence,
And did expect the town for recompence?
What though great Cafar hath in battle stood,
For to maintain Rome's int'reft with his blood?
"Tis but a debt that's due: Let that fuffice;
Muft the herself, become her champion's prize?
1. But if fuch acts meet envy for return,
It kindles paffion, and it makes us burn:
When fenators repay fuch deeds with spight,
As our own carvers, we ourselves requite;
And then our publick power we reduce
To private ends, and to peculiar use.

Dover's Roman Generals.

RUIN.

-Fate will have thee pursue

Deeds, after which, no mischief can be new,

The

The ruin of thy country. Thou wert built
For fuch a work, and born for no less guilt,

Johnfon's Catiline.

It is decreed. Nor fhall thy fate, O Rame,
Tho' hills were fet on hills,

Refift my vow.

And feas met feas to guard thee; I would through:
I'd plough up rocks, fteep as the Alps, in duft;
And lave the Tyrrhene waters into clouds,

But I would reach thy head, thy head, proud city!
Ibid.

1. Repulfe upon repulfe? An inmate conful?
That I could reach the axle, where the pins are,
Which bolt this frame; that I might pull 'em out,
And pluck all into chaos with myself.

2. What are we wishing now?

1. Yes, my Cethegus,

Who would not fall with all the world about him?
2. Not J, that would ftand on it, when it falls;
And force new nature out to make another.
These wishings taste of woman, not of Roman.
Let us feek other arms.

1. What fhould we do?

2. Do, and not wish; something that wishes take not: So fudden, as the gods fhall not prevent,

Nor fcarce have time to fear.

It likes me better, that you are not conful.

I would not go through open doors, but break them;
Swim to my ends through blood; or build a bridge
Of carcaffes; make on upon the heads
Of men, ftruck down like piles; to reach the lives
Of those remain and stand. Then is't a prey,
When danger stops, and ruin makes the way.

Such are the judgments of the heav'nly pow'rs,
We others ruins work, and others ours.

I do love these ancient ruins :

Ibid.

Daniel's Philotas.

We never tread upon them, but we fet

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