And when she wakes to honour, then she'll thank me for't. I'll imitate the pities of old furgeons To this loft limb; who ere they shew their art, Cast one afleep, then cut the diseas'd part: So out of love to her I pity moft, She shall not feel him going till he's loft; Then she'll commend the cure. Middleton's Women beware Women. PASSIONS. Behold the image of mortality, The strong it weakens with infirmity, The strong, through pleasure fooneft falls, the weak, through fmart. Spenser's Fairy Queen. But though the apprehenfive pow'r do pause, Joy, grief, and fear, and hope, and hate, and love. These paffions have a free commanding might, 'Twixt heart and brain, this sympathy doth bring. From the kind heat which in the heart doth reign, If the report be good, it causeth love, If it be ill, then doth it hatred move, Sir John Davies. Moft necessary 'tis, that we forget Their own enactors with themselves destroy : Shakespear's Hamlet. Passions are defperate, And tempt with uncouth woe, as well as joy: Lord Brooke's Alabam. Paffions are oft mistaken, and misnam'd; Things fimply good, grow evil with misplacing. Lord Brooke's Mustapha. Who would the title of true worth were his, Muft vanquish vice, and no base thoughts conceive: The braveft trophy ever man obtain'd; Is that, which o'er himself, himself hath gain'd. E. of Sterline's. Darius. Fear feeing all, fears it of all is spy'd: But wanting matter to maintain his light; The flame still hanging in the air doth burn, B6 Then 1 Then clear, then dim; then spreadeth, and then closeth, Drayton's Lady Geraldine to the Earl of Surrey. The grief that melts to tears, by't felf is fpent: -Each small breath Tourneur's Atheist's Tragedy. Difturbs the quiet of poor shallow waters : But winds must arm themselves, ere the large fea Is feen to tremble. Habbington's Queen of Arragon. __ Paffions without power, Like seas against a rock, but lose their fury. Denham's. Sophy." The gods from paffions might have made us free; Or gave us only those, which best agree. Sir R. Howard's Vestal Virgin. These slarts, are the convulfions of weak reafon, They may be tam'd and brought from their excess, Paffions are like thieves That watch to enter undefended places; Between wild beasts and man. Ibid. Sir R. Howard's Blind Lady. Oh! these paffions Are but the cracks and splinters of the foul; Shatter'd and bruis'd by fome external pow'r,. Which might fecurely lie in its own haven. Mens minds, like kingdoms, never so much flourish, As As when they raise the price of native goods; Fane's Love in the dark. 'Tis hard to say, what men, whom reason ghides Intend to do; much more, whom passion rides. Fountain's Rewards of Virtue. We oft by light'ning read in darkest nights; Though you at other times can keep them dark. Crown's First Part of Henry VI. Oh, fir! your passion's dead; and you are weaving Garlands of fine expreffions for it's funeral. Crown's Second Part of Henry VI. PATIENCE. What cannot be preferv'd when fortune takes, The robb'd, that smiles, steals something from the thief; Shakespear's Othello. Patience unmov'd-no marvel though the pause; Shakespear's Comedy of Errors. What fortune hurts, let suffrance only heal; Drayton's Duke of Suffolk to Queen Margaret. 1. For he whose breast is tender, blood to cool, : balm; A foft A foft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, That can be; for it doth embrace all wrongs; His walks and orchards; 'tis the bond-flave's freedom, Dekker's First Part of the Honest Whore. 'Tis an easy thing for him that has no Pain, to talk of patience. Tourneur's Atheist's Tragedy. Patience grows fury that is often stirr'd; The conquer'd should not dare reiterate. Goffe's Couragious Turk. I have heard you with that patience, His way, through all her threatnings, to his port. Richard Brome's Damoiselle. He that's befotted to his fear, or ease; Will make his patience prove his worst disease. Tatham's Distracted State. Patience |