The stones are hard; or pick the mortar A fomething nothing, fingularity, That either fex, but to thy number grown, Has a defire to leave it. Alexander Brome's Cunning Lovers. Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken; Shakespear's Two Gentlemen of Verona. 1. He hath giv'n count'nance to his fpeech, my lord. With almost all the holy vows of heav'n. 2. Ay, fpringes to catch woodcocks! I do know, Shakespear's Hamlet. Sprinkled Sprinkled among, all fweeter by our fears, That feal'd the reft, could now prove empty bliffes ? John fon's Underwoods. O they must ever ftrive to be fo good; Tho. Middleton's Phonix. -These are feeble vows, Made only by our fears we ought to have Our reafon undifmay'd, when e'er a promise Can force performance. Habbington's Queen of Arragon. First, let me feek my vows where they were feal'd, These are the funeral rights of love. Sir W. Davenant's Unfortunate Lovers. My vows which want the temple's feal, will bind 1. For 'tis in vain to waste 1. The gods themfelves their own will beft exprefs Sir Robert Howard's Indian Queen. When vows with vows, altars with altars jarr, It seems to breed in heav'n a civil war. M 6 Crown's Juliana. USUR PATION. A fcepter fnatch'd with an unruly hand, Shakespear's King John. Weeps over them, and wrings his hapless hands, Ready to ftarve, and dares not touch his own: Shakespear's Second Part of K Henry VI. For tho' ufurpers fway the rule a while, Yet heav'ns are juft, and time fuppreffeth wrongs. Cunningly kept from the eyes of the world. Chapman's Alphonfus. Think what the worft have done; what they enjoy, That pluck down ftates to put up private laws, Whom fame ennobles whilft she would destroy. Lord Brooke's Alaham. All ufurpers have the falling fickness, They cannot keep up long. Middleton's Mayor of Quinborough. Whilft you ufurp thus, and my claim deride, If you admire the vengeance I intend, I more fhall wonder where you got the pride To think me one you fafely may offend. Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert. 'Tis love, not faction, where the good Confpire to kill ufurping blood. Killegrew's Confpiracy. WANT. ANT that torments us moft, WWhofe worth appears in being loft. Brandon's Octavio. "Twere beft, not call; I dare not call; yet famine, 'Ere it clean o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant. Plenty and peace, breed cowards; hardness ever Of hardiness is mother. Shakespear's Cymbeline. It hath been taught us from the primal ftate, That he, which is, was wifh'd, untill he were; And the ebb'd man, (ne'er lov'd, till ne'er worth love,) Comes dear'd, by being lack'd. Shakespear's Antony and Cleopatra. Men ne'er are fatisfy'd with what they have; But, as a man match'd with a lovely wife, Whon his most heav'nly theory of her beautys Is dull'd, and quite exhaufted with his practife, He brings her forth to feafts; where he, alas, Falls to his viands with no thought like others, That think him bleft in her; and they, (poor men) Court, and make faces, offer fervice, fweat With their defire's contention, break their brains For jefts, and tales, fit mute, and lose their looks, (Far out of wit, and out of countenance): So all men elfe, do, what they have, transplant, And place their wealth in thirft of what they want. Chapman's Second Part of Byron's Confpiracy. The only plague, from men, than reft doth reave, Is, that they weigh their wants, not what they have. E. of Sterline's Julius Cæfar. Why Why should we grieve at want? Say the world made thee her minion, that Thy head lay in her lap, and that the danc'd thee Of what art thou poffeft? a thin-blown glass, Were twenty kingdoms thine, thou'dft live in care; Dekker's Second Part of the Honeft Whore. Your Wolf no longer feems to be a wolf, Then when she's hungry. Webfter's White Devil. Want made him feared more than his difgrace: Aleyn's Henry VII. Refell him, whofe rebellions fprung from want. To Men exhauft, and worn with penury, Rebellions are the monfters of a state; They who to fortune's loweft form are thrown, As if another's wound could falve their own; |