- Treafon hath blifter'd heels; dishonest things Have bitter rivers, though delicious fprings.

Chapman's Second Part of Byron's Confpiracy. For treafon taken ere the birth, doth come Abortive, and her womb is made the tomb.

Daniel's Philotas.

Treafon affords a priviledge to none;
Who like offends, hath punishment all one.

What need have Alexander so to strive,

By all these fhews of form, to find this man Guilty of treason, when he doth contrive

Ibid.

To have him fo adjudg'd? do what he can, He muft not be acquit, tho' he be clear: Th' offender, not the offence, is punish'd here. And what avails the fore-condemn'd to speak? However ftrong his caufe, his ftate is weak. 2, Ah, but it satisfies the world; and we Think that well done, which done by law we fee : 1. And yet your law ferves but your private ends, And to the compass of your pow'r extends.

When darts invifible do fly,

A flave may kill a lion in the eye.

Ibid

Dekker's Match me in London. Treafon, like fpiders weaving nets for flies, By her foul work is found, and in it dies.

Webfter's White Devil.

However you are tainted, be no traytor;
Time may outwear the firft, the lalt lives ever.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Valentinian.
Foreign attempts against a ftate and kingdom,
Are feldom without fome great friends at home.

John Ford's Perkin Warbeck.

-Were my breaft

Transparent, and my thoughts to be discern`d,
Not one spot fhall be found to taint the candour
Of my allegiance. And I must be bold

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To tell you, fir, for he that knows no guilt
Can know no fear, 'tis tyranny t' o'ercharge
An honeft man, and fuch till now I've liv'd,
And fuch my lord will die.

Maflinger's Great Duke of Florence.

-Take heed,

Treafon's a race that must be run with speed.

This treafon is a kind of a quotidian,

It leaves a man no interval.

Goffe's Raging Turk.

Shirley's Court Secret.

He's fafe in the king's bofom, who keeps warm

A ferpent, till he find a time to gnaw

Out his preferver.

Shirley's Polititian.

1. I have fome faction; the people love me,
They gain'd to us, we'll fall upon the court.
2. Unless Demetrius yield himself, he bleeds.
1. Who dares call treafon fin, when it fucceeds?

Shirley's Coronation.
The feeds of treafon choak up as they spring;
He acts the crime, that gives it cherishing.

Treafons are acted,

Herrick.

As foon as thought; though they are ne'er believ'd,

Until they come to act.

Denham's Sophy.

For active treafon must be doing ftill,

Lluellin.

Left she unlearn her art of doing ill.

There's no fufpicion of my treafon. Nothing
To holy villany am I a faint, or not?
The faint and devil differ in men fo little.
Thofe open bare-fac'd mortals look as fimply
As naked dogs, or new-fhorn fheep, expos'd
To th' injuries and fcorn of all mankind;
While I, like vifiting angels, kill unfeen.
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Here I lie round, and clofe as fleeping ferpents:
He that treads on me, feels, before he fees me.
Fane's Sacrifice.

Victorious princes, traitors do difdain,
Though by their treafon they do profit gain.

Fane's Love in the Dark.

If I had us'd this fool to fin, I might
Have lodg'd my treafon in his brawny head,
As fafe as poifon in an affe's hoof.

Crown's Ambitious Statefman.

And could the traytors find no fitter time,
But this, the more to aggravate their crime?
When heav'n abandons a declining king,
Rebellion then grows a religious thing:
Though on heav'n's party they devoutly fight,
To whom all kings must bow their fovereign rights
And this with vulgar heads fucceeds fo well,
Succefs feems heav'n's commiffion to rebel.

Crown's Charles the VIIIth of France.
TRUTH.

Foul is the fault, though ne'er fo quaint the skill,

That conceals truth to leffen

any ill.

Thy truth is meafur'd by thy fortune,

And thou art judg'd unfaithful, because thou

Art unhappy.

Mirror for Magiftrates.

Lilly's Endimion.

Brandon's Octavia.

The feat of truth is in our fecret hearts,
Not in the tongue, which falfhood oft imparts.

What! gone without a word?

Ay, fo true Love should do; it cannot fpeak:

For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it. Shakespear's Tavo Gentlemen of Verona.

The truth you fpeak, doth lack fome gentleness,

And time to speak it in: you rub the fore,

When you should bring the plaifter..

Shakespear's Tempest

This above all, to thine own felf be true;
And it muft follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be falfe to any man.

The dignity of truth, is loft

With much protelting.

Shakespear's Hamlet.

Johnfon's Catiline.

Upon her head she wears a crown of stars,
Through which her orient hair waves to her waifle,
By which, believing mortals hold her fast,
And in those golden cords are carry'd even,
Till with her breath fhe blows them up to heaven.
She wears a robe enchas'd with eagles eyes,
To fignify her fight in myfteries;

Upon each fhoulder fits a milk-white dove,
And at her feet do wily ferpents move :
Her fpacious arms do reach from east to west,
And you may fee her heart fhine through her breast:
Her right hand holds a fun with burning rays,
Her left a curious bunch of golden keys;

With which heav'n's gates the locketh, and difplays:
A crystal mirror hanging at her breaft,

By which mens confciences are fearch'd, and dreft :
On her coach-wheels hypocrify lies rack'd,

And squint-ey'd flander, with vain glory back'd ;
Her bright eyes burn to duft; in which shines fate :
An angel ufhers her triumphant gait;

Whilft with her fingers fans of stars fhe twists,
And with them beats back error, clad in mifts:
Eternal unity behind her shines ;

That fire, and water, earth and air combines.
Her voice is like a trumpet, loud and shrill;
Which bids all founds in earth, and heav'n be ftill.
Johnson's Mafques.

Thy impartial words

Are the brave faulcons that dare trufs a fowl greater than themselves; flatt'rers are kites,

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That check at fparrows: thou fhall be my eagle,
And bear my thunder underneath thy wings:

'Truth's words like jewels, hang in th' ears of kings. Chapman's Buffy D'ambois.

Truth's pace is all upright, found ev'ry where;

And like a die, fets ever on a fquare.

Chapman's Widow's Tears.

Though love be past, yet truth should still remain ;
I virtuous parts ev'n in my foes applaud :

A gallant mind doth greater glory gain,
To dye with honour, than to live by fraud.

E. of Sterline's Alexandrean Tragedy,

The truth, to fuffer force of tyranny,
From his enforced father's jealoufy:
Who utters this, is to his prince a traytor:
Who keeps this, guilty is; his life is ruth,
And dying lives, ever denying truth.
Thus hath the fancy-law of pow'r ordain'd,
That who betrays it most, is most esteem'd :
Who faith it is betray'd, is traytor deem'd.

Lord Brooke's Mustapha.

Who measures hopes, and loffes by the truth,
Goes ever naked in this world of might.

Lord Brooke's Alabam.

He is an adorer of chaft truth,
And fpeaks religioufly of ev'ry man :
He will not truft obfcure traditions,

Or faith implicit, but concludes of things
Within his own clear knowledge: what he says,
You may believe, and pawn your foul upon't,

Shirley's Example.

Time's daughter will appear, although the blush

To fhew her nakedness.

Nabbs's Unfortunate Mother.

Error is fruitful, truth is only one.

"Twixt truth and error, there's this diff'rence known,

Herrick.

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