Without fome image of th' affected merit. Shakespear's Troilus and Creffida. Better to leave undone, than by our deed Acquire too high a fame, when he, we ferve's away. Shakespear's Antony and Cleopatra. 'Tis the curfe of fervice, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation; where each fecond Shakespear's Othello. I follow, him to ferve my turn upon him. Whip me fuch honeft knaves others there are, Do themselves homage: Thefe folks have fome foul, There be fome sports are painful, but their labour Ibid. Shakespear's Tempest. 'That fuch a flave as this fhould wear a fword, Who wears no honefly; fuch fmiling rogues as thefe, Like rats, oft bite the holy cords in twain, Too Too intrinficate t' unloofe: Sooth ev'ry paffion, Shakespear's King Lear. Methinks, thou art more honeft now, than wife, For, by oppreffing and betraying me, Thou might't have fooner got another service: For many fo arrive at fecond mafters, Upon their first lord's neck. But tell me true, For I must ever doubt, though ne'er fo fure, Is not thy kindnefs fubtle; covetous, An us'ring kindness, as rich men deal gifts, Expecting in return twenty for one? 2. No, my moft worthy mafter; in whole breast Doubt and fufpect, alas are plac'd too late; You should have fear'd falfe times, when you did feaft; Sufpect ftill comes, where an estate is least. Shakespear's Timon Their fervices are, clock-like, to be fet, Johnfon's Cafe is alter'd The Turk, in this divine difcipline, is Of the earth; ftill waited on by mutes; and all Johnfen's Silent Woman. O more than happy ten times were that king, But made him prove a profitable thing! Who of his train did beft deferve his grace, Then could, and would of these the best embrace; Such vultures fled as follow but for prey, That faithful fervants might poffefs their place: All gallant minds it muft with anguifh fting, Whilft wanting means, their virtue to display; This is the grief which burfts a generous heart, When favour comes by chance, not by defert. E. of Sterline's Darius. Then men are men, when they are all their own; Oh fear a fervant's tongue! Like fuch as only for their gain do serve, I know no vileness so moft truly base: Their lord's, their gain: And he that most will give, With him they will not die, but they will live: Traytors and these are one: Such flaves once trust, Whet fwords to make thine own blood lick the duft. Marfton's Sophonisba. 1. I'll double thy reward. For I confefs what you will foon believe, We serve them best, that are most apt to give. Beaumont and Fletcher's Cuftom of the Country. 1. Is all our train Shrunk to this poor remainder? 2. These are poor men, To take your fortune: But your wifer buntings, 1. They have done wifely : This puts me in mind of death; physicians, thus Their patients. 2. Right, the fashion of the world! Webster's Dutchess of Malfy. O the inconftant And rotten ground of fervice! You may fee, As loath to part from't: Yet parts thence more cold, The crocodile which lives in the river Nilus, hath a worm breeds i'th' teeth of it, The jaws of it, picks out the worm, and brings Eafe, but ingrateful to her that did it; Which wounds the crocodile i'the mouth, forceth Flies the pretty tooth-picker from her cruel patient. The service you have done me. As in virtuous actions, Ibid. Webfter's White Devil. 'The undertaker finds a full reward, Although conferr'd upon unthankful men : Anill conftruction, in your favour finds Malfinger's Duke of Milan. 1 Shall I then For a foolish whipping leave to honour him That holds the wheel of fortune? No, that favours Should not I be bound to kifs the foot that did it? Though it seem strange, there have been fuch things. feen In the memory of man. Maffinger's Duke of Milan. Equal nature fafhion'd us All in one mould: The bear ferves not the bear; Nor the wolf, the wolf: 'Twas odds of ftrength in tyrants, That pluck'd the firft link from the golden chain With which that thing of things bound in the world. Why then, fince we are taught by their examples, To love our liberty, if not command; Should the ftrong ferve the weak, the fair, deform'd ones ? Or fuch as know the caufe of things, pay tribute Mafinger's Bondman. Happy thofe times, When lords were ftil'd fathers of families, From |