Your doctor may find it in the urinal
Tourneur's Revenger's Tragedy.
He that knows great men's fecrets, and proves flight; That man ne'er lives to fee his beard turn white.
But if all court fecrets come to light, what
Will become of the Farthingales think you
That cover them? No, fince ladies wear whale-bones, Many have been fwallow'd, and fo may this.
W. Smith's Hector of Germany.
He deferves small truft,
Who is not privy counsellor to himself.
John Ford's Broken Heart.
Henry fo cover'd this advertisement,
That none perceiv'd he faw, what he did fee:
Like to the optick virtue in the eyes,
Unfeen itself, yet all things elfe defcries.
Remember that a prince's fecrets
Are balm, conceal'd: But poifon, if difcover'd.
Mafinger's Duke of Milan.
For 'prentices though they are bound to keep
Their mafters fecrets, are not all privy
To their mistreffes; that's a meer journeyman's
Office.
Richard Brome's Mad Couple well match'd.
Know, a broken oath is no fuch burthen
As a great fecret is; befides the tickling
A woman has to in and out with it. Oh,
The tongue's itch is intolerable!
Richard Brome's Love-fick Court,
Who truft thofe fecrets, whereon honour refts,
To cuftody in mercenary breafts,
Do flave nobility: And though they pay
A daily ranfom, ne'er redeem't away.
Safe in thy breast close lock up thy intents;
For he that knows thy purpose, beft prevents.
I am ruin'd in her confeffion;
The man that trufts woman with a privacy,
And hopes for filence, he may as well expect it
At the fall of a bridge: A fecret with them,
Is like a viper; it will make way though
It eat through the bowels of them. 'Tis fo, that all
Women thirst man's overthrow; that is a
Principle, as demonftrative as truth;
'Tis the only end they were made for: And
When they have infinuated themselves
Into our councils, and gain'd the pow'r
Of our life, the fire is more merciful;
It burns within them, till it gets
forth.
Marmion's Antiquary
Guilty of folly I am, to truft a woman,
To keep for me, what for herself she cannot;
A fecret: That open fex! whose fouls are
So loose they cannot keep them in their breafts,
But they will fwim upon their lips.
So just upon my thoughts, thy tongne is tipt
Like nature's miracle, that draws the steel
With unrefifted violence: I cannot keep
A fecret to myself, but thy prevailing
Rhetorick ravishes and leaves my breast
Like to an empty casket, that once was bleft
With keeping of a jewel, I durft not trust
The air with, 'twas fo precious.
Harken ye men that e'er fhall love like me ;
I'll give you council gratis: If you be
Poffefs'd of what you like, let your fair friend
Lodge in your bofom: But no fecrets fend
To feek their lodging in a female breast;
For fo much is abated of your
The iteed that comes to understand his ftrength,
Grows wild, and cafts his manager at length:
And that tame lover who unlocks his heart
Unto his miftrefs, teaches her an art
To plague himfelf; fhews her the fecret way,
How the may tyrannize another day.
The plot, wherewith I labour, can admit
No council, but a neceflary faith
In the bold actor; whofe fubfiftence binds him
To refolution and to fecrecy :
All friendly trust is folly; ev'ry man
Hath one, to whom he will commit as much
As is to him committed: Our designs
When once they creep from our own private breasts,
Do in a moment through the city fly;
Who tells his fecret, fells his liberty.
As winds, whofe voilence out-does all art,
A&t all unfeen; fo we as fecretly
Thefe branches of that cedar Gondibert,
Muft force till his deep root in rifing dye.
If we make noife, whilft our deep workings laft,
Such rumour through thick towns unheeded flies,
As winds through woods; and we, our great work past,
Like winds will filence tongues, and 'ícape from eyes.
Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert.
Search not to find what lies too deeply hid;
Nor to know things, whofe knowledge is forbid.
This fecrecy be a gallant's highest quality,
To please the females, curb'd by fear and honour
May not these priefts be held fecure offenders,
Whom fear of death obliges to be filent?
Or, were there no fuch law, why, then
They're fav'rites of neceffity, not choice,
Or prudence: Like to chief ministers of ftate,
Who dive fo far into their masters fecrets,
'Tis dang rous to refufe to fhew them more.
Fane's Love in the Dark.
I'm ruin'd, 'cause I know all their defigns:
For now court-fecrets are like fairies revels,
Or witches conventicles; men are spoil'd
With fudden blafts that either tell, or fee them.
Crown's Ambitious Statefman.
SENSES.
But why do 1 the foul and fenfe divide,
When fenfe is but a pow'r, which the extends; Which b'ing in divers parts diverfify'd,
The divers forms of objects apprehends?
This pow'r fpreads outward, but the root doth grow
In th' inward foul, which only doth perceive;
For th' eyes and ears no more their objects know,
Than glaffes know what faces they receive.
For if we chance to fix our thoughts elsewhere,
Though our eyes open be, we cannot fee:
And if one pow'r did not both fee and hear,
Our fights and founds would always double be.
Sir John Davies.
This pow'r's fenfe, which from abroad doth bring
The colour tafe, and touch, and fcent, and found,
The quantity and fhape of ev'ry thing
Within earth's centre, or heav'n's circle found.
This pow'r, in parts made fit, fit objects takes;
Yet not the things, but forms of things receives:
As when a feal in wax impreffion makes,
The print therein, but not itfelf it leaves.
And though things fenfible be numberless;
But only five the fenfes organs be;
And in thofe five, all things their forms exprefs,
Which we can touch, tafte, feel, or hear, or fee.
How does our palace now resemble great Mahomet's Paradice! How does it float in pleasures!
Let fmall-brain'd book-worms talk of fpeculations
And empty notions floating in their understanding;
We by our practice only will embrace
The knowledge of our fenfes ; which they
Attribute falfly unto beafts alone: But we
Having experienc'd its tranfcendent excellence,
And bath'd us in the pleafing streams
Which flow from that sweet fountain of our sense;
Either deny, that brutes are capable of that
Not to be paraleli'd felicity; or if they are,
They know not how to prize that excellent jewel:
And here lies
'Th' effential diff'rence 'twixt them and us,
In this my new philofophy; that men by often
Wearing and making use of it, rightly know
How to prize it; but brutes,
Although that happiness be in their poffeffion,
Are ignorant of the value:
Men know how t' improve the knowlege o' their fenfe,
By bringing and reducing it to practice:
What the fenfe reprefents as lovely to them,
They presently embrace that object.
SERVANT, SERVICE.
Ev'ry good fervant does not all commands;
No bond, but to do just ones.
Had I but ferv'd my God with half the zeal
I ferv'd my king; he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Shakespear's King Henry VIII.
"Tis mad idolatry,
To make the service greater than the God;
And the will dotes, that is inclinable
To what infectiously itself affects,
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