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Oh women, mens subduers !
Natures extreams! no mean is to be had;
Excellent good, or infinitely bad.

Davenport's King fun and Matilda.
Womens sweet words
As far are from their hearts (though from their breasts
They flie) as lapwings crys are from their nefts.

Davenport's City Night Cap. He is a fool who thinks by force, or skill, To turn the current of a woman's will.

Tuke's Adventures of Five Hours. Seek for the star that's shot upon the ground, And nought but a dim gelly there is found : Thus foul and dark our female stars appear, If fall’n or loosned once from vertue's sphere.

Bishop King, Women, like china, should be kept with care ; One flaw debases her to common ware.

Crown's Sir Courtly Nice. Poor womankind Heav'n for our ruin, gifts on us bestows, Charms to allure, no power to oppose. In paflion we are strong, in reason weak, Constant alone, to error and mistake; In vertue feign'd, in vanity sincere; Witty in fin, and for damnation fair.

Crown's Darins. These are great maxims, fir, it is confeft; Too ftately for a womans narrow breast. Poor love is loft in mens capacious minds; In ours, it fills


all the room it finds. Crown's Second Part of the Destruction of Jerufalem. From men we only seem to fly, To meet them with more privacy.

Crown's Califo. W 0 RDS Ev'n as the vapour which the fire repells, Turns not to earth, but in the mid air dwells ;


Where while it hangs, if Boreas' frosty flaws,
With rigour rattle it, not to rain it thaws,
But thunder, light'nings, ratt'ling hail or snow
Sends down to earth, whence first it rose below ;.
But if fair Phæbus with his count'nance sweet
Resolve it, down the dew, or manna fleet:
The manna dew, that in the eastern lands,
Excel the labour of the bees small hands.
Else for her Memnon grey Aurora's tears
On the earth it still; the partner of her fears.
Or sends sweet show'rs to glad their mother earth,.
Whence first they took their first inconftant birth:
To so great griefs, ill taken words do grow:
Of words well taken, such delights do flow.

Mirror for Magistrates.
His plaufive words
He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them
To grow there and to bear.

Shake/pear's All's well that ends well. Your words are ear-wigs to my vexed brains, Like hen-bane juice, or aconite diffus'd, They ítrike me senseless.

True Trojans Words are the soul's embaffadors, who go Abroad upon her errands to and fro; They are the sole expounders of the mind, And correspondence keep 'twixt all mankind. They are those airy keys that ope (and wreft Sometimes) the locks and hinges of the breast. By them the heart makes fallies: wit and sense Belong to them : They are the quintessence Of those ideas which the thoughts dittil, And so calcine and melt again, until They drop forth into accents ; in whom lies The falt of fancy, and all faculties. The world was fram'd by the eternal word, Who to each creature did a name afford;


And such an union made 'twixt words and things,
That ev'ry name a nature with it brings.
Words do involve the greatest mysterys :
By them the Jew into his Cabal pries.
The chymick says, in itones, in herbs, in words,
Nature for ev'ry thing a cure affords :
Nay, some have found the glorious stars to be
But letters, set in an orthography,
The fate of kings and empires to foretell;
With all things else below, could we them spell.
That grand distinction between man and brute,
We may to language chiefly attribute.
The lion roars, the elephant doth bray ;
The bull doth bellow, and the horse doth neigh;
Man speaks : 'Tis only man can words create,
And cut the air to sounds articulate
By nature's special charter. Nay, speech can
Make a shrewd discrepance 'twixt man and man:
It doth the gentleman from clown discover ;
And from a fool the grave philosopher :
As Solon said to one in judgment weak,
I thought thee wife until I heard the speak.
For words in man bear the most critick part;
We speak by nature; but speak well by art.
And as good bells we judge of by the found,
So a wise man by words well plac'd is found:
Therefore it may be call’d no vain pretence,
When 'mongst the rest the tongue would be a sense.
The tongue's the rudder which man's fancy guides,
Whilit on this world's tempestuous fea he rides.
Words are the life of knowledge; they set free,
And bring forth truth by way of midwif'ry:
The activ'it creatures of the teeming brain,
The judges who the inward man arraign:
Reason's chief engine and artillery
To batter error, and make falfhood fy:
The cannons of the mind, who sometimes bounce
Nothing but war, then peace again pronounce.


The Rabbins-fay, such is the strengh of words,
That they make deeper wounds than spears or swords.

Words have wings, and, as soon as (their cage) the
Mouth is open d, out they fly, and mount beyond
Our reach and paft recovery ; like light’ning,
They can't be stopt, but break their passage through
The smallest crannys, and penetrate
Sometimes the thickeft walls; their nature's as
Expansive as the light : like fun-beains they
Are darted many miles from their first fource.

Nevile's Poor Scholar. WORLD. How weary, ftale, fat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ? Fie on't! oh fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to feed; things rank, and grofs in nature, Poffels it meerly

Shakespear's Hamlet, This world's a city full of straying streets, And death's the market-place where each one meets.

Skakespear, Beaumont and Fletcher's Two noble Kinsmen. Lo, how the formy world doth worldlings tofs,

"Twixt fandy pleasures, and a rocky will ! Whilst them that court it most, it' molt doth cross, To vice indulgent, vertue's step-dame ftill.

E. of Sterline's Crafus, Who to the full, thy vileness, world, e'er told !

What is in thee, that's not extremely ill ? A loathsome shop, where poison's only fold,

Whose very entrance initantly doth kill: Nothing in thee but villany doth dwell, And all thy ways lead head long into hell,

Drayton's Legend of Pierce Gaveston. This world is like a mint, we are no sooner Caft into the fire, taken out again, Hammer'd, stamp'd, and made current, but Presently we are chang'd.

Dekker and Webster's Westward Hor,

As mankind, so is the world's whole frame
Quite out of joint, almost created lame:
For before God had made up all the rest,
Corruption enter'd, and deprav'd the best :
It seiz'd the angels, and then first of all
The world did in her cradle take a fall,
And turn'd her brains; and took a general maim,
Wronging each joint of th' universal frame:
The noblett part, man, felt it first; and then,
Both beasts and plants, curft in the curse of man;
So did the world from the first hour decay,
That evening was beginning of the day;
And now the springs and summers, which we fee,
Like sons of women after fifty be:
And new philosophy calls all in doubt,
The element of fire is quite put out;
'The sun is loft, and th earth; and no man's wit
Can well direct him where to look for it.

Dr. Donne,
The world contains
Princes for arms, and counsellors for brains,
Lawyers for tongues, divines for hearts, and more,
The rich for stomachs, and for backs the poor ;
The officers for hands, merchants for feet,
By which remote and distant countries meet.

Ibid. They say the world is like a byass-bowl, And it runs all on the rich mens sides : others Say, 'tis like a tennis ball, and fortune Keeps such a racket with it, as it toffes It into time's hazard, and that devours all.

Cupid's Whirligig. This world's the chaos of confusion : No world at all, but mass of open wrongs, Wherein a inan, as in a map may The high road way from woe to misery.

Willy beguild.


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