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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,
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 ?
1. Save your
Dost thou defire her fouly, for those things
robb'ry have authority,
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 to draw on, and then again put off;
Swetnam the Woman Hater,
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.
The time is out of joint; oh cursed spight!
Shakespear's King John.
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,