Nor is't a tale, That female vice fhould be a virtue male, Prov'd with increase ; I know to speak, and fhe to hold her peace. Johnson's Silent Woman. Oh filence, thou doft fwallow pleasure right! Marfton's Sophonisba. Lady Carew's Mariam. By utt'ring what thou know'ft, lefs glory's got, Than by concealing, what thou knoweft not. Brown's Paftorals. Silence hath rhetorick; and veils are best I. In his looks Aleyn's Crefcey. He carries guilt, whofe horror breeds this strange 2. 'Tis, alas, His modeft, bafhful nature, and pure innocence, That but to be fufpected, ftrikes him dumb, This is a motion ftill, and foft; Randolph's Amyntas., That Jove himself, who hears each thought, So free from nofe or cry, Knows not when we pass by. Killegrew's Confpiracy. Chang'd Chang'd to as great a filence, Such when a tempeft ceafes, is the calm Wind with blafts were breathless grown, and the feas Sat down, and after fo much toil requir'd eafe. SIN. Who is in finfulness fo bold, Killegrew's Confpiracy. His vices fare like weeds; they sprout so fast Our misdeeds procure us ftill, Mirror for Magiftrates. To feek our good amongst much ill. From love of grace, Brandon's Octavia, Lay not that flatt'ring unction to your foul, Foul deeds will rife,. Shakespear's Hamlet. Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. Alas, that in the wane of our affections Our loves like fparkles are, that brightest shine What tho' our fins go brave and better clad ? Ibid. Daniel's Octavia to Antonius. Bear witness yet ye good, and evil fpirits, God, that to pafs, will have his justice come, Lord Brooke's Inquifition on Fame and Honour. Pleasure and youth like fmiling evils wooe us, Middleton and Rowley's Spanish Gipfy. What monftrous days are these? Middleton's Phoenix Are you fo bitter? 'Tis but want of ufe; Being not accustom'd to the breaking billow.. Of woman's wav'ring faith, blown up with temptations. 'Tis but a qualm of honour; 'twill away, A little bitter for the time, but lafts not. Sin tastes at the first draught like wormwood water, Middleton's Women beware Women. Maids and their honours are like poor beginners; Tourneur's Revenger's Tragedy. All men have fins, Though in their fev'ral kinds, all end in this; And poor mens vices largely punished. The privilege that great men have in evil, Is this, they go unpunish'd to the devil. 'Tis fearful building upon any fin; Barry's Ram-Alley. One mischief enter'd, brings another in: Wherefore, my lord, kill mifchief while 'tis fmall; So by degrees, you may destroy it all. Smith's Hector of Germany. 'Tis a bold cowardice, when men shall dare To act the fin, and the fufpicion fear. Aleyn's Henry VII. Another's fin, fometimes procures our shame : It ftains our body, or at least our name. Three fatal fifters wait upon each fin; Quarles. Herrick. First, fear and shame without, then guilt within. What a ftrange glafs they've fhew'd me now myself in? When our day is in it's glory, scarce appear'd : Suckling's Aglaura. Tell me why heav'n first did fuffer fin? Letting feed grow which it had never fown ? Why, when the foul's first fever did begin, Was it not cur'd, which now a plague is grown? Why did not heav'n's prevention fin restrain ? Or is not pow'rs permiffion a confent? Which is in kings as much as to ordain ; And ills ordain'd are free from punishment. And fince no crime could be ere laws were fram'd; Sin's childhood was not starv'd, but rather more' |