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the feas; fo fome men in The court, seem Colossufles 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 spinsters :
By heav'n it is the surfeit of all youth,
That makes the toughness, and the strength of nations
Melt into women.

'T'is an ease that broods Thieves, and bastards only.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Captain. In this plenty, And fat of peace, your young men ne'er were train'd In martial discipline; and your ships unrigg’d, Rot in the harbour; nor defence prepar'd, But thought unuseful : as if that the gods Indulgent to your floth, had granted you A perpetuity of pride and pleasure ; Nor change fear'd, or expected.

Malinger's Bondman. States that never knew A change but in their growth, which a long peace Hath brought unto perfection, are like steel, Which being neglected, will consume itself With its own ruit : so doth security Eat through the hearts of states, while they're sleeping And lull'd in her false quiet.

Nabbs's Hannibal and Scipia. Men are unhappy when they know not how To value peace, without its loss : And from the want learn how to use, What they could so ill manage when enjoy'd.

Sir R. Howard's Blind Lady. Surfeited with fulsome eafe and wealth, Our luscious hours are candy'd up for women ;

Whilst our men lose their appetite to glory;
Our pilots all their skill, for want of Itorms.

Crown's Ambitious Statesman.
Perseverance keeps honour bright:
To have done, is to hang quite out of fashion,
Like rusty mail in monumental mockery.
For honour travels in a straight so narrow,
Where one but goes abreast; keep then the path ;
For emulation hath a thousand fons,
That one by one pursue ; if you give way,
Or turn aside from the direct forth-right,
Like to an entred tide, they all rulh 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 present,
T'ho less than yours in paft, must o'er-top yours.
For time is like a fashionable hoft,
That slightly shakes his parting guest by th' hand;
But with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly,
Grasps 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, desert in service,
Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
To envious and calumniating time.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin;
That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds,
Tho' they are made and moulded of things past,
And give to dust, that is a little gilt,
More laud than they will give to gold o'er-dufted :
The present 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 sooner catch the eye,
Than what not stirs.
Shakespear's Troilus and Cresida.


Know mortals, that the men the gods moft love,
In hard and dang’rous arts they always prove;
When men live brave at first, then fall to crimes,
Their bad is chronicle to future times :
For who begins good arts, and not proceeds ;
He but goes backward in all noble deeds.

Goffe's Couragious Turk.
Not to promote what we do once commence,
Argues a weakness, and a diffidence.
When great ones, for great actions are bound,

And failed far i'th' voyage, they will not Turn for their honour, but be rather drown'd;

Nor can, perhaps: as those the gulph have shot. Or not begin, or finish, is a rule,

As well in Mars's, as in Venus' school. Nerves would be cramp'd, the lazy blood would freeze,

Limbs be unactive, should they longer lie ;
And if they still should-facrifice to ease,

Valour would fall into a lethargy:
Dull lakes are choak'd with melancholick mud ;
Motions do clear, and christallize a flood.

Aleyn's Poitiers.
Revolt is recreant, when pursuit is brave ;
Never to faint, doth purchase what we crave.

Machen's Dumb Knight. Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt ; Nothing's so hard, but search will find it out.

Herrick. Ρ Ε ΤΙ ΤΙ Ο N. You hurt your innocence, suing for the guilty.

Johnson's Volpone. Virtue is either lame, or not at all ; And love a facrilege, and not a faint, When it bars up the way to mens petitions.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Valentinian. How wretched is that suppliant, who muft. Make suit to obtain that, which he fears to take?

Richard Brome's Mad couple well match'd.

They have robb’d me
Of all means to prefer my jult complaints
With any promising hope to gain a hearing;
Much less redress : Petitions not sweetned
With gold, are but unfav'ry ; oft refus'd:
Or if receiv'd, are pocketted, not read.
A fuitor's swelling tears by the glowing beams
Of chol'rick authority are dry'd up,
Before they fall; or if feen, never pity'd.

Massinger's Emperor of the Eaft.
Petitions shall be drawn,
Humble in form ; but such for matter
As the bold Macedonian youth would send
To men he did despise for luxury :
The first begets opinion of the world,
Which looks not far, but on the outside dwells :
Th' other enforces courage in our own ;
For bold demands must boldly be maintain'd.

Suckling's Brennorall.
PL A r E R.
Is it not monstrous that this player here,
But in a fi&tion, in a dream of passion,
Could force his foul so to his own conceit,
That, from her working, all his visage warm'd:
Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect,
A broken voice, and his whole function futing
With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing ?
For Hecuba ?
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba
That he should weep for her? what would he do,
Had he the motive, and the cue for passion,
That I have ? he would drown the stage with tears,
And cleave the gen’ral ear with horrid speech;
Make mad the guilty, and appall the free,
Confound the ignorant, and amaze, indeed,
The very faculty of eyes and ears.

Shakespear's Hamlet.

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1. Speech

1. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd
It to you, trippingly on the tongue. But
If you mouth it, as many of our players
Do, I had as liefe, the town crier had
Spoke my lines : and do not saw the air too
Much with your hand thus, but use all gently ;
For in the very torrent, tempeft, and,
As I may say, whirl-wind of your passion,
You must acquire, and beget a temp'rance
That may give it smoothness. Oh, it offends
Me to the soul, to hear a robusticus
Periwig-pated fellow tear a passion
To tatters, to very rags, to split the
Ears of the groundlings : who, for the most part,
Are capable of nothing, but inexplicable
Dumb Thews, and noise : I could have such a fellow
Whip'd for o'erdoing termagant ; it
Out-Herods Herod. Pray you, avoid it.
2. I warrant your honour.
1. Be not too tame neither ; but let your own
Discretion be your tutor, fute the action
To the word, the word to the action;
With this special observance, that you o'erstep
Not the modesty of nature ; for any
Thing so overdone is from the purpose
Of playing; whose end, both at the first and
Now, was and is, to hold as 'twere the mirror
Up to nature ; to shew virtue her own
Feature, fcorn her own image, and the very
Age and body of the time, his form and
Pressure. Now this o'erdone, or come tardy
Of, tho' it makes th' unskilful laugh, cannot
But make the judicious grieve: the censure
Of which one, must in your allowance o'er weigh
A whole theatre of others. Oh, there be
Players that I've seen play, and heard others
Praise, and that highly, not to ipeak it prophanely,
That neither having the accent of christian,


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