Patience in cowards is tame hopeless fear; But in brave minds, a scorn of what they bear. Sir R. Howard's Indian Queen. PATRON. How many great ones may remember'd be, Spenser's Ruins of Time. O grief of grief! O gall of all good hearts ! Spenser, Ibid. Who grac'd the muses, which her times became : And to invite great men from foreign parts, For high designs: Some guerdon must be had Chear'd by their patron's sweet and temp'rate air : 'Twas hope of meed that made Apelles draw Such an unvalu'd piece of Philip's heir; And well he might: Rewards not only can Draw such a picture, but make fuch a man. Aleyn's Crefcey. PEACE. PEACE. A peace is of the nature of a conquest; And neither party lofer. Shakespear's Second Part of King Henry IV. Let me have war, day I; it exceeds peace, As far as day does night; it's sprightly, waking, Audible, and full of vent. Peace is a Very apoplexy, lethargy, mull'd, Deaf, fleepy, infenfible, a getter Of more bastard children, than war's a destroyer 2. 'Tis fo; and as war in fome fort May be faid to be a ravisher, fo It cannot be denied, but peace is A great maker of cuckolds. 1. Ay, and it makes men hate one another. 2. Reason, 'cause they then less need one another. Shakespear's Coriolanus. 1. Now all's peace, no danger: Now what follows? Idleness rufts us; fince no virtuous labour Ends ought rewarded, ease, security, Now all the palm wears; we made war before So to prevent war; men with giving gifts More than receiving, made our country strong: Our matchless race of foldiers then would spend In publick wars, not private brawls, their sp'rits; In daring enemies, arm'd with meaneft arms; Not courting strumpets, and consuming birth-rights In apishness, and envy of attire: No labour then was harsh, no way so deep, Nor rock fo steep, but if a bird could fcale it, Up would our youth fly to. A foe in arms, Stirr'd up a much more luft of his encounter, Than of a mistress never so be-painted : Ambition then, was only scaling walls, And over-topping turrets: Fame was wealth, Beft parts, best deeds, were best nobility; Honour Honour with worth; and wealth well got, or none. 2. Juft: And then our nobles Most practice, what they most may do with ease, At getting money, which no wife man ever Fed his defires with. Chapman's Revenge of Buffey D'ambois. Thus mighty rivers quietly do glide, And do not by their rage their pow'rs profess, Peace greatness best becomes. Calm pow'r doth guide With a far more imperious stateliness, Than all the swords of violence can do; And easier gains those ends she tends unto. Daniel's Panegyrick to the King. The people thus in time of peace agree To curb the great men still; ev'n in that form, As in calm days they do disbranch the tree, Which shrowded them of late against a storm. E. of Sterline's Julius Cæfar. The mifery of peace! Only outsides Are then respected: As ships seem very Great upon the river, which shew very Little upon the seas; so some men in Who if they came into the field, would appear Pitiful pigmies. Webster's White Devil. - Pox of peace It fills the kingdom full of holydays; And only feeds the wants of whores and pipers; That makes the toughness, and the strength of nations Thieves, and bastards only. Beaumont and Fletcher's Captain. In this plenty, And fat of peace, your young men ne'er were train'd Nor change fear'd, or expected. States that never knew Maffinger's Bondman. A change but in their growth, which a long peace Eat through the hearts of states, while they're fleeping And lull'd in her false quiet. Nabbs's Hannibal and Scipia. Men are unhappy when they know not how To value peace, without its loss : And from the want learn how to use, What they could so ill manage when enjoy'd. Sir R. Howard's Blind Lady. Surfeited with fulsome eafe and wealth, Our luscious hours are candy'd up for women; Whilft our men lose their appetite to glory; Crown's Ambitious Statesman. PERSEVERANCE. Perseverance keeps honour bright: That one by one purfue; if you give way, That flightly shakes his parting guest by th' hand; For beauty, wit, high birth, desert in service, One touch of nature makes the whole world kin; Shakespear's Troilus and Creffida. |