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Patience in cowards is tame hopeless fear;
But in brave minds, a fcorn of what they bear.

Sir R. Howard's Indian Queen,
PATRON.

How many great ones may remember'd be,
Who in their days moit famously did flourish;
Of whom no word we hear, no fign we fee,
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 defpifed be
Of fuch, as first were raised for virtuous parts;
And now, broad-fpreading, like an aged tree,
Let none fhoot up, that nigh them planted be:
Olet not thofe of whom the mufe is fcorn'd,
Alive, or dead, be by the muse adorn'd.

Spenfer, Ibid. Who grac'd the muses, which her times became : For they who give them comfort, muft have fame. Daniel's Civil War. And to invite great men from foreign parts, Guefts 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 fuch a man.

Aleyn's Crefcey.

PEACE.

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, iay I; it exceeds peace,

As far as day does night; it's fprightly, 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 fome fort
May be faid to be a ravifher, fo
It cannot be denied, but peace is
A great maker of cuckolds.

1. Ay, and it makes men hate one another.
2. Reason, 'caufe they then lefs need one another.

Shakespear's Coriolanus.
1. 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 strong:
Our matchless race of foldiers then would spend
In publick wars, not private brawls, their fp'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 fteep, but if a bird could fcale it,
Up would our youth fly to. A foe in arms,
Stirr'd up a much more luft of his encounter,
Than of a miftrefs never fo be-painted:
Ambition then, was only fcaling walls,
And over-topping turrets: Fame was wealth;
Beft parts, beit deeds, were beft nobility;

Honour

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 ftood 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 caufe
Of all these foul digreffions, and revolts

From our first 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 most 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 greatnefs beft becomes. Calm pow'r doth guide
With a far more imperious ftatelinefs,
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

Little

Little upon

the feas; fo fome men in

The court, feem Coloffuffes in a chamber

Who if they came into the field, would appear
Pitiful pigmies.

Pox of peace

Webster's White Devil.

It fills the kingdom full of holydays;

And only feeds the wants of whores and pipers;
And makes th' idle drunken rogues get fpiniters:
By heav'n it is the furfeit of all youth,

That makes the toughness, and the ftrength of nations
Melt into women. 'Tis an ease that broods

Thieves, and baftards only.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Captain.

-In this plenty,

And fat of peace, your young men ne'er were train'd
In martial difcipline; and your fhips unrigg'd,
Rot in the harbour; nor defence prepar'd,
But thought unufeful as if that the gods
Indulgent to your floth, had granted you
A perpetuity of pride and pleasure ;
Nor change fear'd, or expected.

States that never knew

Mafinger's Bondman.

A change but in their growth, which a long peace
Hath brought unto perfection, are like fteel,
Which being neglected, will confume itself

With its own ruft: fo doth fecurity

Eat through the hearts of ftates, while they're fleeping

And lull'd in her falfe quiet.

Nabbs's Hannibal and Scipia.

Men are unhappy when they know not how
To value peace, without its lofs:

And from the want learn how to use,

What they could fo ill manage when enjoy'd.

Sir R. Howard's Blind Lady.

Surfeited with fulfome eafe and wealth,
Our luscious hours are candy'd up for women;

Whilft our men lofe their appetite to glory;
Our pilots all their skill, for want of storms.

Crown's Ambitious Statesman.

PERSEVERANCE.

Perfeverance keeps honour bright :

To have done, is to hang quite out of fashion,
Like rufty mail in monumental mockery.
For honour travels in a straight so narrow,
Where one but goes abreaft; keep then the path;
For emulation hath a thousand fons,

That one by one purfue; if you give way,
Or turn afide from the direct forth-right,
Like to an entred tide, they all rush by,
And leave you hindermoft; and there you lie,
Like to a gallant horse fall'n in first rank,
For pavement to the abject near, o'er-run
And trampled on then what they do in prefent,
Tho' lefs than yours in paft, muft o'er-top yours.
For time is like a fashionable hoft,

That flightly shakes his parting guest by th' hand;
But with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly,
Grafps in the comer; welcome ever smiles,

And farewel goes out fighing. O, let not virtue seek
Remuneration for the thing it was!

For beauty, wit, high birth, defert in fervice,
Love, friendship, charity, are fubjects all

To envious and calumniating time.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin;
That all, with one confent, praise new-born gawds,
Tho' they are made and moulded of things past,
And give to duft, that is a little gilt,

More laud than they will give to gold o'er-dufted :
The prefent eye praises the present object.
Then marvel not, thou great and compleat man,
That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ;
Since things in motion fooner catch the eye,
Than what not ftirs.

Shakespear's Treilus and Crefida.

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