321 his actions are observed, so long he's wary; to his old ways again. But he whom kindness, he burns to make a due return, and acts, THE SAME 'HERE is a way of winning more by love THERE is a winning more by! force works on servile natures, not the free. Then, if they stray, but warn 'em; and the same they should for virtue have done, they'll do for shame. B. JONSON 322 323 GUILT-THE SOURCE OF SORROW "O be good is to be happy; angels they're better. Guilt is the source of sorrow; 'tis the fiend, with whips and stings: the best know none of this, and find the height of all their heaven is goodness. TRU TRUE LIBERTY N. ROWE RUE liberty always with right reason dwells, twinned, and from her hath no dividual being; reason in man obscured or not obeyed, immediately inordinate desires and upstart passions catch the government man, till then free. F. S. III J. MILTON 3 324 325 ADVERSITY TRIES FRIENDSHIP SUMMER-friendship whose flattering leaves, that shadowed us in our prosperity, with the least gust drop off in the autumn of adversity! How like a prison is to a grave! when dead, we are RETRIBUTION P. MASSINGER NOR custom nor example nor vast numbers of such as do offend make less the sin. For each particular crime a strict account P. MASSINGER 326 POWER MORE EFFECTUAL WITHOUT VIOLence HUS mighty rivers quietly do glide, THUS and do not by their rage their powers profess, but by their mighty workings; when in pride small torrents roar more loud, and work much less. Peace greatness best becomes. Calm power doth guide with a far more imperious stateliness, than all the swords of violence can do, and easier gains those ends she tends unto. 327 S. DANIEL REMORSE OEMORSE-she ne'er forsakes us! REMORSE she ne'er forsakes tracks our rapid steps through the wild labyrinth of youthful frenzy, 328 unheard, perchance, until old age hath tamed us; H PRIDE IN ANCESTRY OW blest is he who his progenitors with pride.remembers, to the listener tells the story of their greatness, of their deeds, linked to this goodly chain! For the same stock a line, or good, or evil, ushers in A. SWANWICK from Goethe 329 THE OF LIFE AND DEATH HE ports of death are sins: of life, good deeds; through which our merit leads us to our meeds. How wilful blind is he, then, that would stray, and hath it, in his powers, to make his way! This world's death's region is, the other life's; and here, it should be one of our first strifes, so to front death, as men might judge us past it: for good men but see death, the wicked taste it. for tho' the worst of men by high permission a while may flourish, and the best endure J. TRAP 331 332 333 334 CARATACH'S LAMENT OVER HENGO `AREWELL the hopes of Britain! FA thou royal graft, farewell for ever! Time and Death, ye have done your worst. Fortune, now see, now proudly pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph; look, look what thou hast brought this land to!—Oh, fair how lovely yet thy ruins shew, how sweetly J. FLETCHER THE PROPER USE OF TALENTS HEAVEN doth with us, as we with torches do; not light them for themselves: for if our virtues did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike as if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touched, but to fine issues: nor nature never lends the smallest scruple of her excellence but, like a thrifty goddess, she determines both thanks and use. W. SHAKESPEARE HYPOCRISY-GENERAL AY not, my art is fraud: all live by seeming. SAY The beggar begs with it, and the gay courtier with shewing what he is, shall have small credit TRUE RICHES T is the mynd that maketh good or ill, IT that maketh wretch or happię, rich or poor; 335 and other, that hath litle, asks no more, but in that litle is both rich and wise; for wisedome is most riches; fooles therefore they are which fortune doe by vowes devise, sith each unto himselfe his life may fortunize. 336 337 THE TRIUMPH OF INNOCENCE LL your attempts ALL E. SPENSER shall fall on me, like brittle shafts on armour that break themselves; or like waves 'gainst a rock that leave no sign of their o'erboiling fury but foam and splinters; my innocence, like these, THE PAST IRREPARABLE P. MASSINGER IME once past may never have recourse, TIME no more than may the running streams revert to climb the hills, when they been rolled down the hollow vales. There is no curious art, nor worldly power, no, not the gods can hold the sway of flying time, nor him return when he is past: all things unto his might must bend, and yield unto the iron teeth of eating time. MISFORTUNE OUR PROBATION R. WILMOT BUT fort velour soars a UT know, young prince, that valour soars above These are not ills; else they would never fall on Heaven's first favourites and the best of men: their hidden strength, and throw out into practice J. ADDISON |