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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,
Who in their days most famously did flourish;
Of whom no word we hear, no fign we fee,
But as things wip'd out with a sponge they perish;
Because they, living, cared not to cherish
Some gentle wit, thro' pride, or covetize,
Which might their names for ever memorize?

Spenser's Ruins of Time.

O grief of grief! O gall of all good hearts !
To see that virtue should despised be
Of fuch, as first were raised for virtuous parts;
And now, broad-spreading, like an aged tree,
Let none shoot up, that nigh them planted be :
O let not those of whom the muse is scorn'd,
Alive, or dead, be by the muse adorn'd.

Spenser, Ibid.

Who grac'd the muses, which her times became :
For they who give them comfort, must have fame.
Daniel's Civil War.

And to invite great men from foreign parts,
Guests worthy of this table, he did add
Rich falaries to fublimate their hearts

For high designs: Some guerdon must be had
To raise a great, and a dejected foul :
Virtue steers bravely, where there's such a pole.
Antiquity the arts so flourishing saw,

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;
For then both parties nobly are fubdu'd,

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
Of men.

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.
Countries we won, with as few men as countries.
Virtue fubdu'd all.

2. Juft: And then our nobles
Lov'd virtue so, they prais'd and us'd it too;
Had rather do, than fay: their own deeds hearing
By others glorify'd, than be so barren,
That their parts only stood in praifing others.
1. Who could not do, yet prais'd, and envy'd not:
Civil behaviour flourish'd; bounty flow'd;
Avarice to upland boors, flaves hang-men banish'd.
2. 'Tis now quite otherwise; but to note the cause
Of all these foul digressions, and revolts
From our first natures; this 'tis, in a word :
Since good arts fail, craft and deceit are us'd:
Men ignorant are idle; idle men

Most practice, what they most may do with ease,
Fashion, and favour: All their studies aiming

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,
But by their mighty workings; when in pride
Small torrents roar more loud, and work much less:

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
The court, seem Coloffusses in a chamber;

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;
And makes th' idle drunken rogues get spiniters:
By heav'n it is the furfeit of all youth,

That makes the toughness, and the strength of nations
Melt into women. 'Tis an ease that broods

Thieves, and bastards only.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Captain.

In this plenty,

And fat of peace, your young men ne'er were train'd
In martial difcipline; and your ships unrigg'd,
Rot in the harbour; nor defence prepar'd,
But thought unuseful as if that the gods
Indulgent to your floth, had granted you
A perpetuity of pride and pleasure;

Nor change fear'd, or expected.

States that never knew

Maffinger's Bondman.

A change but in their growth, which a long peace
Hath brought unto perfection, are like fteel,
Which being neglected, will consume itself
With its own rust so doth security

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;
Our pilots all their skill, for want of storms.

Crown's Ambitious Statesman.

PERSEVERANCE.

Perseverance keeps honour bright:
To have done, is to hang quite out of fashion,
Like rufty mail in monumental mockery.
For honour travels in a straight so narrow,
Where one but goes abreast; keep then the path;
For emulation hath a thousand fons,

That one by one purfue; if you give way,
Or turn aside from the direct forth-right,
Like to an entred tide, they all rush by,
And leave you hindermost; and there you lie,
Like to a gallant horse fall'n in first rank,
For pavement to the abject near, o'er-run
And trampled on: then what they do in present,
Tho' less than yours in past, muft o'er-top yours.
For time is like a fashionable hoft,

That flightly shakes his parting guest by th' hand;
But with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly,
Grafps in the comer; welcome ever smiles,
And farewel goes out fighing. O, let not virtue seek
Remuneration for the thing it was !

For beauty, wit, high birth, desert in service,
Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
To envious and calumniating time.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin;
That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds,
Tho' they are made and moulded of things paft,
And give to dust, that is a little gilt,
More laud than they will give to gold o'er-dusted :
The present eye praises the present object.
Then marvel not, thou great and compleat man,
That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax;
Since things in motion sooner catch the eye,
Than what not stirs.

Shakespear's Troilus and Creffida.
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