The fhrine is that which thou doft venerate,
And not the beast that bears it on his back.
I care not though the cloth of state should be
Not of rich arras, but mean tapestry.

Herbert.

He that wears a brave foul, and dares gallantly do,
May be his own herald, and godfather too.

Alexander Brome.

For, at the beginning, was no peafant or prince,
And 'twas policy made the diftinction fince.

Alexander Brome.

DISSIMULATION.

For commonly in all diffimulations
Th' excess of glav'ring doth the guile detect;
Reason refuseth falfhood to direct :
The will, therefore, for fear of being fpy'd,
Exceedeth mean, because it wanteth guide.

Mirror for Magiftrates.

For commonly all that do counterfeit
In any thing, exceed the nat'ral mean;
And that for fear of failing in their feat.

Mirror for Magiftrates.

1. Why is diffembling join'd to their fex infep'rable, As heat to fire, heaviness to earth,

Moisture to water, thinness to air?

2. No, but found in their fex, as common as

Spots upon doves, moles upon faces,

Caterpillars upon fweet apples,

Cobwebs upon fair windows.

Lilly's Endimion.

1. He was a man that would keep church fo duly, rise

Early before his fervants, and ev'n for

Religious hafte, go ungarter'd, unbutton'd;

Nay, fir-reverence untruft, to morning pray'r;
Dine quickly upon high days, and when I

Had

great guests, would e'en fhame me, and rife from The table, to get a good feat at an

Afternoon fermon

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2. There is the devil;

He thought it fanctity enough, if he

Had kill'd a man, fo't had been done in a pew,
Or undone his neighbour, fo it had been
Near enough to the preacher. Oh, a fermon
Is a fine fhort cloak of an hour long, and
Will hide the upper-part of a diffembler!

Church, ay, he seem'd all church, and his confcience
Was as hard as the pulpit.

Shakespear's Puritan.

Why, I can fmile, and murther while I fimile;
And cry, content to that which grieves my heart;
And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,

And frame my face to all occafions :

I'll drown more failors, than the mermaid fhall;
I'll flay more gazers, than the bafilisk;
I'll play the orator, as well as Neftor;
Deceive more flily, than Ulyffes could;
And, like a Sinon, take another Troy :
I can add colours ev'n to the camelion;
Change fhapes with Proteus, for advantages;
And fet the murth'rous Matchiavel to fchool.
Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
Tut, were it further off, I'll pluck it down.

Shakespear's Third Part of K. Henry VI.
Your face, my Thane, is as a book where men
May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,

Your hand, your tongue; look like th' innocent flow'r, And be the ferpent under't.

Shakespear's Macbeth. Away, and mock the time with faireft thew: Falle face muft hide what the falfe heart doth know.

Shakespear's Macbeth.

Vice never doth her juft rage fo provoke,

As when she rageth under virtue's cloak.

Chapman's Buffey D'ambois.

It was the coverture of honesty

That laid the fnare, whereby they were undone;
And that's the engine that confounds us all,

That makes the breach whereby the world is fack'd,
And made a prey to cunning, when we fall
Into the hands of wife dishonesty:

When as our weak credulity is wrack'd

By that opinion of fufficiency,

To all the inconveniencies, that guile
And impious craft can practice, to beguile.
And note, but how, these cankers always feize
The choiceft fruits with their infections;
How they are still ordained to disease
The natures of the best complexions.

Daniel's Arcadia

Difguise these paffions, left you lofe your end;
Who hides his mind, is to himself a friend.

Lord Brook's Alabam..

Her fecret drift the wifeft mifs to find;

Nor will she know yet what these factions meant ;.
But with a pleas'd eye fooths fad difcontent.

The leaft fufpicion craftily to heal,

Still in her looks humility fhe bears,

The fafeft way with mightiness to deal ;
So policy religion's habit wears:

'Twas then no time her grievance to reveal,

He's mad which takes a lion by the ears:

This knew the queen, and this well know the wife,
This muft they learn that rightly temporize.

Oh, you're a foul diffembling hypocrite!'

Drayton

You fav'd me from a thief that yourself might rob me:: Skinn'd over a green wound to breed an ulcer.

Middleton and Rowley's Fair Qarrel.

Hypocrify's a delicate white devil;

Do but fashion yourfelf to feem holy,

And ftudy to be worse in private, worse,

You'll

You'll find yourself more active in your fenfuality,
And it will be another titillation,

To think what an afs you make o'the believing
World, that will be ready to dote, nay, and
Superftitiously adore you, for abufing them.

Though custom calls

Shirley's Grateful Servant.

Thofe actions only honeft, that are glorious
In publick fame; yet fometimes to diffemble
An ill that's not intended, when the end
Hath clear'd it to opinion, it attains
The greatest praise.

Nabbs's Tottenham-Court.

Great nature, that hast made a stone descry
'Twixt meaner nature, checking baser metals,
Which proudly counterfeit the purer gold;
Why haft thou left the foul of man no touchstone,
To judge diffemblance, and defcry proud vice,
Which with falfe colours feems more virtuous
Then virtue's, felf? Like to fome cunning workman
Who frames a fhape in such a form of ftature
That oft he excels by imitating nature.

Sicelides.

Firft bait thy hook with deep diffembl❜d love,
Keep close thy ferpent, and fhow them thy dove:
Seem friend to both: Who ever fail'd his end,
That hammer'd treafon with the hands of friend?
Feel both their pulfes If they chance to beat
Active and sprightly, wifh, advise, intreat
To peace Perfuaded fury and ftopt streams
When moft refifted, run to most extremes :
But if their tilted fpirits run too low,
Urge reputation, and the faith they owe
To facred honour in a prince's name :
The whetstone of abated valour, 's fhame.

Quarles's Virgin Widow.

For most men
Study more how to feem judicious, than

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To be fo, herein whilft their best wisdom lies
To hide their follies in fcholaftick guife.

I'll never truft again

A woman with white eyes, that can take notes,
And write a comment on the catechism ;
All your devotion's falfe.

Heath

Main's City Matche

The shape of virtue still can best deceive;
'Those that in faithlefs oceans take their way,
Sink in the ftorms; but 'tis the calms betray.

Sir Robert Howard's Veftal Virgin
DOUBT.

His name was doubt, that had a double face,
Th'one forward looking, th'other backward bent
Therein refembling Janus auncient,,
Which had in charge the ingate of the year:
And evermore his eyes about him went,

As if fome proved peril he did fear,

Or did mifdoubt fome ill, whofe caufe did not appear.

You do feem to know

Spenfer's Fairy Queen

Something of me, or what concerns me; pray you
(Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more
Than to be fure they do; for certainties
Or are past remedies, or timely knowing,
The remedy then born) discover to me
What both you fpur and ftop..

The wound of peace is furety,

Shakespear's Cymbelins

Surety fecure; but modeft doubt is call'd

The beacon of the wife; the tent that searches
To the bottom of the worst.

Our doubts are traitors,

Shakespear's Troilus and Cresfida.

And make us lofe the good we oft might win,

By fearing to attempt.