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The righteous state-physicians that attend
On fickly kings, prescribing unto us,
As nature to the hungry disease of tygers
And of wolves; when to preserve their lives
They feed on all the weak submitting herd.
But how accurs'd would subjects be, were we
Not born with far more virtue, than we're taught ?

Sir W. Daveront's Fair Favourite.
He was her father's counsellor ; a man
Created in the dark : he walks invisibly,
He dwells in labyrinths, and loves silence :
But when he talks, his language carries more
Promiscuous sense, than ancient oracles :
So various in his shapes, that oft he is
Disguis’d from his own knowledge. An error
Much incident to human politicks,
Who strive to know others more than themselves.

Sir W. Davenant's Albovine, K. of Lombardy. Th'ambitious statesman not himself admires For what he hath, but what his pride desires ; Doth inwardly confess, he covets sway, Because he is too haughty to obey : Who yield to him, do not their reason please, But hope, their patience may procure them ease ; How proudly glorious doth he then appear, Whom even the proud envy, th' humble fear.

Sir W. Davenant to Henry J armin, Thus the court wheel goes round like fortune's ball; One ftatesman rising on another’s fall.

Richard Brome's Queen's Exchange. He was not of that strain of counsellors, That like a tuft of rushes in a brook, Bends ev'ry way the current turns itself, Yielding to ev'ry puff of appetite That comes from majesty, but with true zeal He faithfully declared all.

Brewer's Love-fick King.

1. That

1. That name I must remember, and with horror ; But few have dy'd for doing, What they had dy'd for, if they had not done : It was the king's command, and I was only Th' unhappy minifter. 2. Ay, such a minister as wind to fire, That adds an accidental fierceness to Its natural fury. 5. If 'twere the king's command, 'twas first thy malice Commanded that command, and then obey'd it. 2. Nay, if you have resolv'd it, truth and reason Are weak and idle arguments : But let me pity thee the unhappy instrument Of prince's wills, whose anger is our fate ; And yet their love's more fatal than their hate.

Denham's Sophy.
-My Lords,
I'll leave you now to prey upon your

selves :
He that devours the rest, in time may be
A monster, more o'ergrown than e'er I was.
When you are low and poor, you are all friends,
And in one fair pretence together join ;
While ev'ry one conceals his own design.
It is your country's cause, until full grown
In long fought pow'r ; then it proves your own.
When you seem good, your crimes are not the less ;
Men have all new creations by success.

Sir Robert Howard's Great Favourite,
My thoughts must not be judg'd by these base flaves,
Who hang upon my fortune, not on me ;
Such instruments, like flatter'd princes,
Must never hear but of prosperity.
Virtue can singly stand on its own trust ;
But passions mult depend on truth of others :
Our hopes of victory on mean mens valours ;
Ambition upon base and wretched Instruments ;
On womens love, more treacherous than all.


I'll find a conquest, in a safe retreat,
And though they rise, I'll fink to be as great.

Sir Robert Howard's Great Favourite.
He that seeks fafety in a itatesman's pity,
May as well run a ship upon sharp rocks,
And hope a harbour.

Ibid. D'ye think that statesmens kindnesses proceed From any principles but their own need ? W'hen they're afraid, they're wondrous good and free; But when they're safe, they have no memory.

Sir Robert Howard's Vestal Virgin. A statesman all but int'reft may forget, And only ought in his own strength to trust : 'Tis not a statesman's virtue to be just.

E. of Orrery's Henry V. But fear in statesmen is the highest crime. Thole who to empire's upper Itations climb, Are not so useful in their being wise, As they may hurtful be by cowardice : For they, fearing to act, what they should do ; Make with themselves the valiant useless too.

E of Orrery's Muftapha. Ah! had I study'd but as much to gain Heav'n, as this world, I had not sweat in vain : Instead of horrors that pursue me now, Immortal crowns had waited for my brow ; But my amazing miferies now are Beyond the aid of penitence and pray'r : To my own idols I too long did bow, To put that fawning cheat on heaven now; For he hath my religion understood To be but craft, and my devotion blood. My heav'n was to ascend the papal throne, Where to save others fouls, I've lost my own. And now, alas ! 'were folly to deny Myself the pleasure to despair and die.


May all great men learn by my wretched fate,
Never to itake their souls at games of state ;
For though a while perhaps they seem to win ;
They'll find at last, there is no cheat like fin.

Crown's Juliana. I'll seem religious to be damn'dly wicked ; I'll act all villany by holy shews, And that for piety on fools impose : Set up all faiths, that so there



And make religion throw religion down.
I will seem loyal, the more rogue to be ;
And ruin the king by's own authority :
Pretending men from tyranny to save,
I will the foolish cred'lous world enslave.

Crown's Ambitious Statesman.

SUCCESS Let them call it mischiefWhen it's past, and prosper'd, 'twill be virtue. They're petty crimes are punith'd ; great rewarded. Nor must you think of peril, fince attempts Begun with danger, ftill do end in glory; And when need spurs, despair will be call’d wisdom. Less ought the care of men or fame to fright you ; For they that win, de seldom receive shame Of victory, howe'er it be atchiev'd ; And vengeance least. For who besieg‘d with

wants, Would stop at death, or any thing beyond it ? Come, there was never any great thing yet Aspired, but by violence or fraud : And he that sticks for folly of a conscience, To reach it, is a good religious fool.

Johnfon's Catiline. Good success Is oft more fatal far than bad ; one winning Cast from a flatt'ring die, tempting a gameiter To hazard his whole fortunes.

Chapman's Revenge for Honour.


Shews to aspire juft objects, are laid on
With coft, with labour, and with form enough;
Which only makes our best acts brook the light,
And their ends had, we think we have their right :
So worst works are made good, with good success ;
And so for kings, pay fubjects carcasses.

Chapman's Firf Part of Byron's Conspiracy. And tho' the fortune of some age consents

Unto a thousand errors grossly wrought; Which flourish'd over with their fair events,

Have pass’d for current, and good courses thought : The least whereof, in other times, again

Most dang’rous inconveniencies have brought; Whilst to the time, not to mens wits, pertain

The good successes of ill manag’d deeds : Tho'th' ignorant deceiv'd with colours vain,

Miss of the causes whence this luck proceeds. Foreign defects giving home faults the way, Make ev’n that weakness sometimes well succeed.

Daniel's Mufophilus. What suit of grace hath virtue to put on,

If vice shall wear as good, and do as well ? If wrong, if craft, if indiscretion,

A&t as fair parts, with ends as laudable ? Which all this mighty volume of events,

The world, th' universal map of deeds, Strongly controuls ; and proves from all descents,

'That the directest courses belt succeeds ; When craft (wrapt still in many cumberments)

With all her cunning thrives not, tho' it speeds. For should not grave and learn’d experience,

That looks with th' eyes of all the world beside, And with all ages holds intelligence,

Go safer than deceit without a guide ? Which in the by-paths of her diffidence, Crossing the ways of right, Itill runs more wide.


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