Rafhnefs, gentlemen,

Gives the first onfet fiercely; then recoils,
As wafps, when they have loft their flings.

Glapthorne's Albertus Wallenftein.

REASON.

This fpark of reafon is not ours,

But lent us from above:

The gods do give and take the fame,
And make us loath and love.

Brandon's Antony to Octavia,

If the beam of our lives had not one scale
Of reason to poize another of fenfuality;
The blood and baseness of our natures would
Conduct us to moft prepoft'rous conclufions:
But we have reason, to cool our raging
Motions, our carnal ftings, our unbitted lufts.

Shakespear's Othello.

Oh accurfed reason!

How many eyes haft thou to fee thy fhame,
And yet how blind once to prevent defame.

Marfion's Courtezan.

Hence do we out of words create us arts;
Of which the people notwithstanding be
Masters, and without rules do them impart :

Reafon we make an art, yet none agree
What this true reafon is; nor yet have pow'rs,
To level others reafon unto ours.

Lord Brooke of Human Learning.

Oh moft imperfect light of human reafon,
Thou mak'it us fo unhappy, to forefee

What we can least prevent!

Webster's Dutchess of Malfy.

- Accurfed man

Thou bought'ft thy reafon at too dear a rate;
For thou haft all thy actions bounded in
With curious rules, when ev'ry beaft is free.

Beaumont and Fletcher's King and No King

There's nothing done, but there is reafon for it,
If a man could find it; For what's the reafon
Your citizens wives continually wear hats,
But to fhew the defire they always have
'To be cover'd? Or why do your fempiters
Spend their time in pricking, and your ladies.
In poking of rufs, but only to fhew

They do as they would be done unto? Or why
Does your inns of-court man lie with his landrefs
In a long vacation, but because he

Hath no money to go abroad? Or why do
Your old judges widows always marry

Young gentlemen, but to fhew that they love
Execution better than judgment.

Cupid's Whirligig.

Man is not the prince of creatures,
But in reafon; fail that, he is worfe
Than horfe, or dog, or beaft of wilderness.

Field's Amends for Ladies.

Thofe fond philofophers that magnify
Our humane nature, and did boat we had
Such a prerogative in our rational foul,
Convers'd but little with the world; confin'd
To cells and unfrequented woods, they knew not
The fierce vexation of community;

Elfe they had taught, our reafon is our lofs;
And but a privilege that exceedeth fenfe,
By nearer apprehenfion, of what wounds,
To know ourselves moft miferable.

Shirley's Brothers.

Where men have fev'ral faiths, to find the true,
We only can the aid of reafon ufe;

"T'is reafon fhews us which we fhould efchew,
When by comparifon we learn to chufe.

But though we there on reafon muft rely,
Where men to fev'ral faiths their minds diffofe;
Yet after reafon's choice, the fchools are fhy
To let it judge the very faith it chofe.

Howe'er

Howe'er 'tis call'd to conftrue the records

Of faith's dark charter, wrapt in facred writ; And is the only judge ev'n of those words,

By which faith claims that reafon should submit.
Since holy text bids faith to comprehend
Such mysteries as nature may fufpect,
And faith muft reafon as her guide attend,
Left fhe mistake what fcripture doth direct.
Since from the foul's far country, heav'n, God fent
His law, an embassy to few reveal'd,
Which did thofe good conditions reprefent
Of our eternal peace, ere it was feal'd.

Since to remote ambaffadors are giv'n
Interpreters, when they with things confer;
Since to that law, God's embaffy from heav'n,
Our reafon ferves as an interpreter ;
Since justly clients pay that judge an awe,
Who laws loft fenfe interprets and restores;
Yet judges are no more above the laws,
Than truchmen are above ambaffadors.

Since reason as a judge, the trial hath

Of diff'ring faiths, by adverfe pens perplex'd;
Why is not reafon reckon'd above faith,

Though not above her law, the facred text?
If reason have fuch worth, why should she still
Attend below, whilst faith doth upward climb ?
Yet common faith feems but unftudy'd will,
And reafon calls unstudy'd will a crime.

Slave reason, ev'n at home in prifon lies;
And by religion, is fo watch'd, and aw'd,
That though the prifon-windows, both her eyes
Stand open, yet she scarce dares look abroad.

Faith thinks, that reafon is her adverse spy ;
Yet reafon is, through doubtful ways, her guide;
But like a fcout, brought in from th'enemy,
Muft, when the guides her, bound and guarded ride.
Or if by faith, not as her judge difdain'd,
Nor, as her guide fufpected, but is found
In ev'ry fentence juft to the arraign'd,

And guides her right unguarded, and unbound,
Why then fhould fuch a judge be ftill deny'd
T'examine, fince faith's claims ftill publick are,
Her fecret pleas? Or why fhould fuch a guide
Be hinder'd, where faith goes, to go as far?
And, yet as one bred humbly, who would fhew
His monarch's palace to a stranger, goes
But to the gates; as if to let him know
Where fo much greatness dwells, not what it does ;
Whilst strait the stranger enters undeny'd,

As one whose breeding has much bolder been; So reafon, though she were at first faith's guide To heav'n, yet waits without, when faith goes in. But though at court, bold strangers enter, where The way is to their bashfull guide forbid ; Yet he, when they come back, is apt to hear And ask them, what the king then faid, and did : And fo, though reafon, which is faith's firft guide To God, is ftopt where faith has entrance free, As nature's ftranger; though 'tis then deny'd

To reafon, as of nature's family;

Yet ftrait, when from her vifion and her trance
Faith does return, then reafon quits that awe
Enjoin'd when prieits impos'd our ignorance;
And asks how much fhe of the Godhead faw?
Sir W. Davenant's Philofopher to the Dying Chriftian.

I fee the errors that I would avoid,

And have my reason ftill, but not the use on't :
It hangs upon me like a wither'd limb
Bound up and numb'd by fome difeafe's froft ;
The form the fame, but all the use is lost,

Sir R. Howard's Great Favourite.

REBELLION.

1. There was a time, when all the body's members
Rebell'd against the belly; thus accus❜d it ;
That only, like a gulf, it did remain
1'th' midst o'th' body, idle and unactive,
Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing

Like labour with the reft; where th'other inftruments
Did fee, and hear, devife, inftruct, walk, feel,
And mutually participate, did minifter
Unto the appetite, and affection common
Of the whole body. The belly answer'd,
(For, look you, I may make the belly fmile,
As well as fpeak) it tauntingly reply'd

To th' discontented members, th' mutinous parts,
That envy'd his receit; even fo most fitly,
As you malign our fenators, for that

They are not fuch as you

2. Your belly's answer

What!

The kingly crown'd head, the vigilant eye,
The counsellor heart, the armour foldier,
Our steed, the leg the tongue our trumpeter ›
With other muniments and petty helps
In this our fabrick, if that they

Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd,
Who is the fink of the body,

The former agents, if they did complain,
What could the belly answer?

1. Your moft grave belly was deliberate,
Not rafh, like his accufers; and thus answer'd;
True it is, my incorp'rate friends, quoth he,
That I receive the gen'ral food at first,
Which you do live upon; and fit it is,.

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