That then I fhould not pardon. Why fhould man,
For a poor hafty fyllable or two,
And vented only in forgetful fury,
Chain all the hopes and riches of his foul,
To the revenge of that, die loft for ever?
For he that makes his laft peace with his maker
In anger; anger is his peace eternally:
He muft expect the fame return again,
Whose venture is deceitful.
Middleton and Rowley's Fair Quarrel.
But by his heralds firft he pardons fent,
So Tamberlaine fent his white flag before.
Henry by lenitives, not corr'fives meant
Thofe ulcerated members to restore.
No foldier but a herald; nor a blow;
But ftrange, a pardon overthrew the foe.
The beft of trophies; chiefly when the war
Is between king and fubject: thofe are best
Complexion'd conquefts, which leaft fanguine are;
And those most modeft, which do blush the leaft.
Camillus, once was by Rome's fenate thought
Worthy to triumph, tho' he had not fought.
And greatest trophy too; they laid their hearts
At Henry's feet to be triumphed o'er,
And yielded their minds captive; which imparts
The braveft glory to the conqueror.
Aleyn's Henry VII.
When Kent was in commotion, I know,
Corr'fives did cure the ulcers of the state;
But should you use that courfe of phyfick now,
You might the patients more exafperate?
So the fame fimples, as th' experienc'd find,
Gather'd at fevral times, do purge or bind,
If to be great, not good were your intent;
I have chalk'd out your way: 'twere a falfe aim,
If by the ruins of the flain you meant,
To raise the pile and ftructure of your fame:
They which furvive will the best trophies be,
And living ftatues of this victory.
Aleyn's Henry VII.
If Rome could pardon fins, as Romans hold ;
And if fuch pardons might be bought with gold;
An eafy judgment might determine which
To chufe; to be religious, or elfe rich :
Nay, Rome does pardon; pardons may be fold :
We'll fearch no fcriptures; but the mines for gold.
Have you no words but what are only good,
Because their ill is quickly understood?
Difpofe of Claudio's life! Whilft cruel you
Seem dead, by being deaf to all that fue:
Till by long cuftom of forgiving none,
You're fo averfe to all forgiveness grown,
That in
behalf you
fhall deny
To hear of abfolution, when you die.
Sir W. Davenant's Law against Lovers.
PARENTS.
Unreasonable creatures feed their young;
And tho' man's face be fearful to their eyes,
Yet, in protection of their tender ones,
Who hath not feen them, even with those wings,
Which fometimes they have us'd with fearful flight,
Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest,
Off'ring their own lives in their young's defence?
Shakespear's Third Part of King Henry VI.
Parents are o'erseen,
When with too ftrict a rein, they do hold in
Their child's affections; and controul that love,
Which the high pow'rs divine inftruct them with :
When, in their fhallow judgments, they may know,
Affection crofs'd, brings mifery and woe.
Robert Taylour's Hog hath loft his Pearl.
Fathers that deny their daughters lawful
Pleasures, when ripe for them; in fome kind, edge
Their appetites, to tafte of the fruit that
Beaumont and Fletcher's Elder Brother.
Oh, the blindness of a cov'tous wretched
Father, that is led only by the ears,
And in love with founds! Nature had done well
To have thruft him into the world without
An eye, that like a mole is fo affected
To bafe earth; and there means to dig for paradise.
Fathers their children, and themselves abuse ;
That wealth, a husband, for their daughters chufe.
Shirley's School of Compliments.
Honour thy parents to prolong thine end;
With them, though for a truth, do not contend :
Though all fhould truth defend, do thou lofe rather
The truth a while, than lofe their loves for ever:
Whoever makes his father's heart to bleed;
Shall have a child that will revenge the deed.
And by the way, fhe fundry purpose found
Of this or that, the time for to delay;
And of the perils whereto he was bound,
The fear whereof feem'd much her to affray :
But allfhe did, was but to wear out day.
Full oftentimes the leave of him did take;
And eft again deviz'd fomewhat to say,
Which the forgot; whereby excufe to make :
So loth fhe was his company for to forfake.
Parting is fuch sweet forrow,
That I fhall fay good night, till it be morrow.
Skakefpear's Romeo and Juliet.
I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
That lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor pris'ner in his twisted gyves;
And with a filk-thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Shakespear's Romeo and Juliet.
With his head over his fhoulder turn'd,
He feem'd to find his way without his eyes;
For out of doors he went without their help,
And, to the laft, bended their light on me.
As he could make me with this eye, or ear,
Diftinguish him from others, he did keep
The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,
Still waving, as the fits and stirs of's mind
Could beft express how flow his foul fail'd op,
How swift his ship.
2. Thou fhould'st have made him
As little as a crow, or lefs; ere left
To after-eye him.
1. Madam, so I did.
2. I would have broken mine eye-ftrings, crack'd'em, but To look upon him; till the diminution
Of Space had pointed him sharp as my needle ;
Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted, from
The smallness of a gnat, to air; and then
Have turn'd mine eye, and wept.
Shakespear's Cymbeline. I did not take my leave of him, but had
Moft pretty things to fay: Ere I could tell him,
How I would freely think on him, at certain hours;
Such thoughts, and fuch; or, I could make him swear,
The fhees of Italy should not betray,
Mine intʼreft and his honour; or have charg'd him
At the fixth hour of the morn, at noon, at midnight,
T'encounter me with orifons; for then
I am in heav'n for him; or ere I could
Give him that parting kiss, which I had fet
'Twixt two charming words, comes in my father;
And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north,
Shakes all our buds from growing.
With that, wringing my hand, he turns away;
And tho' his tears would hardly let him look,
Yet fuch a look did through his tears make way;
As fhew'd how fad a farewel there he took.
Sweetest love, I do not go,
For wearinefs of thee;
Nor in hope the world can fhow
A fitter love for me:
But fince that I
Muft die at laft, 'tis beft,
Thus to use myself in jeft
By feigned death to die.
Yesternight the fun went hence,
And yet is here to day;
He hath no defire nor fenfe,
Nor half so short a way:
Then fear not me,
But believe that I fhall make
Haftier journeys, fince I take
More wings and spurs than he.
As in September, when our year refigns
The glorious fun to the cold watry figns,
Which through the clouds looks on the earth in fcorn;
The little bird, yet to falute the morn,
Upon the naked branches fets her foot,
The leaves then lying on the moffy root;
And there a filly chirripping doth keep,
As though fhe fain would fing, yet fain would weep:
Praifing fair fummer, that too foon is gone,
Or fad for winter, too faft coming on:
In this ftrange plight, I mourn for thy depart,
Because that weeping cannot eafe my heart.
Drayton's Queen Margaret to Duke of Suffolk.
I make no doubt, as I fhall take the courfe,
Which the fhall never know, till it be acted;
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