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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 touch'd,
But to fine ifsues : nor nature never lends
The smallest scruple of her excellence,
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines
Herself the glory of a creditor,
Both thanks and use.

WHAT stronger breast-plate than a heart untained ?
Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel juft:
And he but naked (tho'lock'd up in steel)
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.


OH, world

, thay nippery turns! Friends now fast sworn,

double to
Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise
Are still together : who twine (as 'twere) in love
Inseparable ; shall within this hour,
On a diffenfion of a doit, break out
To bittereft enmity. So felleft foes,
Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep,
To take the one the other, by some chance,
Some trick not worth an


dear friends, And interjoin their issues.

So it falls out,
That what we have we prize not to the worth,
Whiles we enjoy it ; but being lack'd and loft,
Why then we wreak the value ; then we find


The virtue that posseflion would not shew us
Whilst it was ours.

COWARDS die many times before their deaths ;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come, when it will come.

There is some foul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distil it out,
For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers :
Which is both healthful, and good husbandry ;
Besides, they are our outward conciences,
And preaches to us all; admonishing,
That we should dress us fairly for our end.

O MOMENTARY grace of mortal men,
Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
Who builds his hope in th' air of men's fair looks,
Lives like a drunken failor on a mast,
Ready with every nod to tumble down
Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

-Who shall go about
To cozen fortune, and be honourable
Without the stamp of merit ? Let none perfume
To wear an undeserved dignity.
O that estates, degrees, and offices,
Were not derived corruptly, that clear honour
Were purchased by the merit of the wearer!


How many then should cover that stand bare !
How many be commanded, that command !

Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand,
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
By bare imagination of a feast?
Or wallow naked in December snow,
By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ?
Oh, no! the apprehension of the good,
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse s
Fell forrow's tooth doth never rankle more,
Than when it bites, but lanceth not the fore.

'Tis flander;
Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath
Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie
All corners of the world. Kings, queens, and states,
Maids, matrons, nay the secrets of the grave,
This viperous slander enters.

THERE is is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which taken at the flood leads on ta fortune ;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows, and in miseries,

TO-MORROW, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty space from day to day,
To the last fyllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fool


The way to dusky death. Out, out, brief candle !
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That ftruts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more ! It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.


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A DERVISE, travelling through Tartary, being arived

at the town of Balk, went into the king's palace by mistake, as thinking it to be a public inn or caravansary. Having looked about him for some time, he entered into a long gallery, where he laid down his wallet, and spread his carpet, in order to repose himself upon it after the manner of the eastern nations. He had not been long in this pofture, before he was discovered by some of the guards, who asked him what was his business in that place ? The Dervise told them he intended to take up his night's lodging in that caravansary. The guards let him know, in a very angry manner, that the house he was in was not a caravansary, but the king's palace. It happened that the king himself passed through the gallery during this debate, and smiling at the mistake of the Dervise, asked him how he could poffibly be fo dull as not to diftinguish a palace from a caravanlary? Sir, says the Dervise, give me leave to ask your


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