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-Temperance, She's the Physician that doch moderate Defire with reason bridling appetite.

Nabbs's Microcosmus. Yonder's her cave ; whose plain yet decent roof Shines not with ivory or plates of gold: No Tyrian purples cover her low couch, Nor are the carv'd supporters, artists work, Bought at the wealth of provinces ; she feeds not On costly viands in her gluttony, Wasting the spoils of conquests: from a rock That weeps a running crystal she doth fill Her shell-cup, and drinks sparingly.

Ibid. 1. Canst thou be content With my poor diet too? 2. Oh wondrous well! "T'was such a diet which that happy age That poets file the golden, first did use, 1. And such a diet to our chests will bring The golden age again. 2. Beside the gain That flows upon us, health and liberty Attend on these bare meals; if all were blest With such a temperance, what man would fawn, Or to his belly sell his liberty ? There would be then no flaves, no fcycophants At great mens tables. If the base Sarmentus, Or the vile Galba had been thus content, They had not born the scoffs of Cæsar's board. He whose cheap thirft the springs and brooks can quench, How many cares is he exempted from ? He's not indebted to the merchants toil ; Nor fears that pyrates force, or storms should rob him Of rich Canarys, or sweet Candyan wines : He smells, nor seeks no feasts; but in his own True strength contracted lives, and there enjoys A greater freedom than the Parthian king. Besides, pure chearful health ever attends it ; Which made the former ages live so long.

With riotous banquets, ficknesses came in,
When death 'gan muster all his dismal band
Of pale diseales; such as poets feign
Keep centinel before the gates of hell,
And bad them wait about the glutton's tables ;
Whom they, like venom'd pills, in sweetest wines
Deceived swallow down, and halten on
What most they would eschew, untimely death.
But from our tables here, no painful surfeits,
No fed diseases grow, to strangle nature,
And suffocate the active brain ; no fevers,
No apoplexies, palsies or catarrhs
Are here ; where nature not entic'd at all
With such a dang’rous bait as pleasant cates,
Takes in no more than the can govern well.

May's Old Couple. Temp'rate in what does needy life preserve,

As those whose bodies wait upon their minds ; Chast as those minds which not their bodies ferve ; Ready as pilots wak'd with sudden winds.

Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert, He, who the rules of temperance neglects, From a good cause may produce vile effects.

Tuke's Adventures of Five Hour's. Τ Ε Μ Ρ Α Τ Ι Ο Ν.

honour. 2. From thee ; ev'n from thy virtue. What's this s what's this ? is this her fault, or mine? The tempter, or the tempted, who sins molt ? Not she ; nor doth The tempt ; but it is I, That lying by the violet in the sun, Do as the carrion does, not as the flow'r, Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be, That modefty, may more betray our sense, Than woman's lightness ? having waste ground enough, Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, And pitch our evils there : oh fie, fie, fie ! What dost thou ? or what art thou, Angelo ?

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Dost thou defire her fouly, for those things
That make her good ? oh, let her brother live!
Thieves for their

robb'ry have authority,
When judges steal themielves. What do I love her,
That I desire to hear her speak again?
And feast upon her eyes? what is't I dream on?
Oh cunning enemy, that to catch a faint,
With faints doft bait thy hook! most dangerous
Is that temptation that doth goad us on
To fin, in loving virtue : never could the strumpet,
With all her double vigour, art and nature,
Once ftir my temper ; but this virtuous maid
Subdues me quite : ever till now,
When men were fond, I smild ; and wonder'd how,

Shakespear's Measure for Measure. This is woman, who well knows her strength, And trims her beauty forth in blushing pride, To draw, as doth the wanton morning sun The eyes of men to gaze: but mark their natures, And from their cradles you shall see them take Delight in making babies, devising christ'nings, Bidding of gossips, calling to up-fittings, And then to festivals, and folemn churchings ; In imitation of the wanton ends, Their riper years will aim at. But go further, And look upon the very

mother of mischief, Who as her daughters ripen, and do bud Their youthful spring, straight she instructs them how To set a glofs on beauty, add a lustre To the defect of nature; how to use The mystery of painting, curling, powd'ring, And with strange perriwiggs, pin-knots, borderings, To deck them up like to a vintner's bush, For men to gaze at on a midsummer-night. This done, they are instructed by like art, How to give entertainment and keep distance With all their sutors, friends, and favourites; When to deny, and when to feed their hopes ;

Now

Now to draw on, and then again put off;
To frown and smile ; to weep and laugh outright,
All in a breath, and all to train poor man
Into his ruin : nay, by art they know
How to form all their gesture; how to add
A Venus mole on ev'ry wanton cheek ;
To make a grateful dimple when she laughs :
And, if her teeth be bad, to lisp and simper,
Thereby to hide that imperfection :
And these once learn'd, what wants the tempter now,
To snare the stouteft champion of men ?
Therefore, grave judges, let me thus conclude,
Man tempts not woman, woman doth him delude.

Swetnam the Woman Hater,
Thou hast virtue to secure all ; I am confident
Temptations will shake thy innocence
No more, than waves, that climb a rock, which soon
Betray their weakness ; and discover thee,
More clear and more impregnable.

Shirley's Hide-Park. What a frail thing is man! it is not worth Our glory to be chast, while we deny Mirth and converse with women : He is good, That dares the tempter, yet corrects his blood.

Shirley's Lady of Pleasure. Let me, tho' late, yet at the last begin To thun the least temptation to a fin ; Though to be tempted be no fin, untill Man to th' alluring object gives his will.

Herrick. She who will run so near the brink of fin, If strongly push'd, is sure to tumble in.

Crown's Married Beau..

TI M E. For that which might by secret means hath wrought, By tract of time to open shew is brought.

Mirror for Magistrates.

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The time is out of joint; oh cursed spight!
That ever I was born to set it right.

Shakespear's Hamlet.
For he is but a bastard t the time,
That doth not smack of observation.

Shakespear's King John.
Time travels in divers paces, with divers persons ;
I'll tell you who time ambles withal, who time
Trots withal, who time gallops withal,
And who he stands still withal.
2. Prithee whom doth he trot withal ?
1. Marry, he trots hard with a young maid, between
The contract of her marriage, and the day
It is folemniz'd; if the interim
Be but a se’nnight, time's pace is so hard,
That it seems the length of seven years.
2. Who ambles time withal ?
1. With a priest that lacks Latin,
And with a rich man that hath not the gout;
For th’one sleeps easily, 'cause he cannot study ;
And th' other lives merrily, 'cause he feels no pain :
The one lacking the burthen of lean and
Waiteful learning; the other knowing no
Burthen of heavy tedious penury.

Whcm doth he gallop withal ?

With a thief to the gallows : For though he goes as softly as foot can fall, He thinks himlelf too soon there. 2. Whom itays it still withal ? 1. With the lawyers in the vacation ; for they sleep Between term and term, and then they perceive Not how time moves.

Shakespear's As you like it. It is an argument the times are fore When virtue cannot safely be advanc’d, Nor vice reprov'd.

Johnson's Sejanus. Altho' the cause seem'd right, and title strong, The time of doing it, yet makes it wrong.

Daniel's Civil W01,

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