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EARN to be wise, and practise how to thrive ;

that would I have you do: and not to spend your coin on every bauble that you fancy, or every foolish brain that humours you. I would not have you to invade each place, nor thrust yourself on all societies, till men's affections, or your own desert, should worthily invite you to your rank. He that is so respectless in his courses, oft sells his reputation at cheap market. Nor would I, you should melt away yourself in flashing bravery, lest, while you affect to make a blaze of gentry to the world, a little puff of scorn extinguish it, and you be left like an unsavoury snuff, whose property is only to offend. I'd have you sober, and contain yourself ; not that your sail be bigger than your boat; but moderate your expenses now, at first, as you may keep the same proportion still, nor stand so much on your gentility, which is an airy and mere borrowed thing, from dead men's dust and bones; and none of yours except you make, or hold it.




Elid. K these mighty piles of magic-planted rock,

NOW that thou stand'st on consecrated ground :

, thus ranged in mystic order, mark the place where but at times of holiest festival the Druid leads his train. Aul. Did. Where dwells

the seer? In yonder shaggy cave; on which the moon now sheds a side-long gleam. His brotherhood possess the neighbouring cliffs. A. D. Yet up the hill mine eye descries a distant range of caves, delved in the ridges of the craggy steep : and this way still another.



On the left reside the sages skill'd in Nature's lore: the changeful universe, its numbers, powers, studious they measure, save when meditation gives place to holy rites: then in the grove each hath his rank and function. Yonder grots are tenanted by bards, who nightly thence, rob’d in their flowing vests of innocent white, descend, with harps that glitter to the moon, hymning immortal strains. The spirits of air, of earth, of water, nay of heav'n itself, do listen to their lay, and oft, 'tis said, in visible shapes dance they a magic round to the high minstrelsy.


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ND whereon then shall be my roundelay?

for thou hast heard my store long since, dare say;
how Saturn did divide his kingdom tho,
to Jove, to Neptune, and to Dis below;
how mighty men made foul successless war,
against the gods, and state of Jupiter ;
how Phorcys' imp, that was so trick and fair,
that tangled Neptune in her golden hair,
became a Gorgon for her lewd misdeed,
a pretty fable, Paris, for to read;
how Plato raught Queen Ceres' daughter thence,
and what did follow of that love offence;
of Daphne turned into the laurel tree,
that shews a mirror of virginity;
how fair Narcissus, tooting on his shade,
reproves disdain, and tells how form doth vade;
how cunning Philomela's needle tells,
what force in love, what wit in sorrow dwells;
what pains unhappy souls abide in hell,
they say because on earth they liv'd not well ;
Ixion's wheel, proud Tantal's pining woe,
Promethus' torment and a many moe;
how Danaus' daughters ply their endless task;
what toil the toil of Sisyphus doth ask.





PEAK but the word at once, the blow shall follow.


so it be sudden. Whatsoe'er fear'd
in states is dangerous. The man is bold,
his friends are many; and it were not safe

to warn him retribution is at hand.
Nic. That is my fear: for he is not like all.

There is a desperate carelessness of life

in him which oft secures it when most menaced. Pat. His friends are not as he is. Him removed,

they straight are nothing. Nic.

How canst thou divide them? Pat. My liege, 'twere easy, as I said, if sudden.

But let a rumour of our aim go forth,
and him made desperate at the head of friends
whom he knows well the art, when at their head,
to keep as firm as rocks, whom else each wind
would shake adrift like waves-this suffered, sire,
I answer not for what might then betide.
Know you not there are maladies in men
which in their rise were easy to be cured
werė they but known; whereof when clear become
the diagnostics, difficult is the cure.
For treason timely treatment.





AY, my spirit,
Show fares the king and his ?

Confind together
in the same fashion as you gave in charge ;
just as you left them, Sir; all prisoners
in the line grove which weather-fends your cell ;
they cannot budge, till you release. The king,
his brother, and yours, abide all three distracted ;
and the remainder mourning over them,
brim-full of sorrow, and dismay; but chiefly
( him you term’d, Sir, The good old lord, Gonzalo;
his tears run down his beard, like winter's drops

from eaves of reeds : your charm so strongly works

that if you now beheld them, your affections

would become tender. Pro.

Dost thou think so, spirit?
Ari. Mine would, Sir, were I human.

And mine shall.
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
of their afflictions? and shall not myself,
one of their kind, that relish all as sharply
passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the

yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury
do I take part: the rarer action is
in virtue than in vengeance.




FROM camp to camp, through the foul womb of

the hum of either army stilly sounds,
that the fix'd sentinels almost receive
the secret whispers of each other's watch:
fire answers fire : and through their paly flames
each battle sees the other's umber'd face:
steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents,
the armourers, accomplishing the knights,
with busy hammers closing rivets up,
give dreadful note of preparation.
The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll,
and the third hour of drowsy morning name.
Proud of their numbers, and secure in soul,
the confident and over-lusty French
do the low-rated English play at dice ;
and chide the cripple tardy-gaited night,

who, like a foul ugly witch, doth limp 933 so tediously away. The poor condemned English,

like sacrifices, by their watchful fires
sit patiently, and inly ruminate
the morning's danger; and their gestures sad,
investing lank-lean cheeks, and war-worn coats,

presenteth them unto the gazing moon
so many horrid ghosts. O, now, who will behold
the royal captain of this ruin'd band,
walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent,
let him cry-Praise and glory on his head !
for forth he goes, and visits all his host;
bids them good morrow, with a modest smile ;
and calls them-brothers, friends, and countrymen.
Upon his royal face there is no note,
how dread an army hath enrounded him ;
nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour
unto the weary and all-watched night:
but freshly looks, and overbears attaint
with cheerful semblance and sweet majesty;
that every wretch, pining and pale before,
beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks :
a largeness universal, like the sun,
his liberal eye doth give to every one,
thawing cold fear.






Ach. THAT mean these fellows? Know they not

Pa. They pass by strangely: they were us’d to bend,

to send their smiles before them to Achilles;
to come as humbly, as they us’d to creep

to holy altars. Ach.

What, am I poor of late? 'tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune, must fall out with men too: what the declin'd is, he shall as soon read in the eyes of others, as feel in his own fall: for men, like butterflies, shew not their mealy wings but to the summer; and not a man, for being simply man, hath any honour; but honour for those honours that are without him, as place, riches, favour, prizes of accident as oft as merit; which when they fall, as being slippery standers, the love that lean'd on them as slippery too, doth one pluck down another, and together

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