Inheritance of land falfly poffefs'd,

The husband fcorn'd, wife sham'd, and babes unbless'd. Webfler's Devil's Law-Cafe, or when Women go to Law, the Devil's full of Bufinefs.

1. Thou never mean'ft then

To marry any one thou lov'st?

2. No, furely,

Nor any wife man, I think. Marriage !

Would you have me now begin to be 'prentice,
And learn to cobble other mens old boots?
1. Why, you may take a maid.

2. Where can you tell me?

Or if 'twere poffible I might get a maid,
To what ufe fhould I put her? look upon her,
Dandle her upon my knee, and give her fugar-fops?
All the new gowns i'th' parish will not please her,
If fhe be high-bred, for there's the fport fhe aims at,
Nor all the feathers in the fryars.

1. Then take a widow,

A good stanch widow, that's tythe.
2. And begin a new order,

Live in a dead man's monument; not I, fir,
I'll keep mine own road; a true mendicant ;
What pleasure this day yields me, I never covet
To lay up for the morrow; and methinks ever
Another man's cook dreffes my diet neatest.

Beaumont's and Fletcher's Monfieur Thomas. 1. What pity 'tis these pleasures are not lawful. 2. Lawful! that would take much from the delight And value. I have heard fome gentlemen, That want no venifon of their own,

Swear they had rather ftrike their neighbour's deer
Than hunt in their own park; what we poffefs
We keep for our neceffity, not game,

Or weary'd with enjoying, give't away,

To purchase thanks abroad.

James Shirley's Love's Cruelty.

Adultery,

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Adultery,

AFF

Adultery, Biancha! fuch a guilt,
let up,
As were the fluices of thine eyes

Tears cannot wash it off: 'Tis not the tide
Of trivial wantonnefs from youth to youth,
But thy abufing of thy lawful bed,

Thy husband's bed; his, in whofe breaft thou fleep't
His, that did prize thee more than all the trash
Which hoarding worldings make an idol of ;
When thou shalt find the catalogue enroll'd
Of thy misdeeds, there shall be writ in text,
Thy baftarding the iffues of a prince.
Now turn thy eyes into thy hov'ring foul
And do not hope for life: Would angels fing.
A requiem at my hearfe, but to dispense
With my revenge on thee, 'twere all in vain.
Prepare to die.

John Ford's Love's Sacrifice.

AFFECTION.

Moft wretched man,

That to affections does the bridle lend;

In their beginning they are weak and wan, But foon thro' fuff'rance grow to fearfull end; While they are a weak, betimes with them contend, For when they once to perfect strength do grow, Strong wars they make, and cruell battr'y bend 'Gainst fort of reason, it to overthrow.

Spenfer's Fairy Queen. What war fo cruell, or what fiege fo fore, As that, which strong affections do apply Against the fort of reafon, evermore To bring the foul into captivity! Their force is fiercer thro' infirmity Of the frail flesh, relenting to their rage, And exercise most bitter tyranny Upon the parts brought into their bondage: No wretchedness is like to finfull villenage.

Spenfer's Fairy Queen,
Affection

Affection is a fire,

Which kindleth as well in the bramble as
In the oak, and catcheth hold where it first
Lighteth, not where it best may burn. Larks that
Mount aloft in the air, build their nefts below
In the earth; and women that caft their eyes
Upon kings, may place their hearts upon vaffals.
Lilly's Alexander and Campape.

Affection is the favage beaft,
Which always us annoyeth :
And never lets us live in reft,
But ftill.our good destroyeth.

Affection's pow'r who can fupprefs, And mafter when it finneth :

Of worthy praise deserves no less, Than he that kingdoms winneth.

When our difeas'd affections,

Brandon's Octavia,

(Harmful to human freedom, and storm-like
Inferring darkness to th'infected mind)
Opprefs our comforts, 'tis but letting in
The light of reason, and a purer spirit,
Take in another way; like rooms that fight
With windows 'gainst the wind, yet let in light.

Chapman's Cæfar and Pompey.

-Thoughts that be offended,

Are feldom with their prefent vifions mended;
Rage fees too much, fecurity too little ;
Affections are, like glaffy metal, brittle.

Lord Brook's Mustapha

Of all the tyrants that the world affords, Our own affections are the fierceft lords.

Earl of Sterline's Julius Cæfar.

Sound moves a found, voice doth beget a voice,

One eccho makes another to rejoice ;

One well-tun'd ftring, fet truly to the like,

Sruck near at hand, doth make another strike.

VOL. I.

C

How

How comes it then that our affections jar?
What oppofition doth beget this war ?

Our affections cannot be compell'd,

Though our actions may.

Drayton.

Cyril Tourneur's Atheist's Tragedy.

O you much partial Gods!

Why gave ye men affections, and not pow'r
Το govern them? What I by fate should shun,
I most affect.

That fire's not out, which does in ashes burn.

For affections injur'd

Lodovick Barrey's Ram-Alley.

Henry Glapthorne's Hollander.

By tyranny, or rigour of compulfion,

Like tempeft-threatned trees, unfirmly rooted,
Ne'er fpring to timely growth.

John Ford's Broken Heart. See how affection fways! though both our reasons Were of one colour, mine look'd dull, thine bright, When prejudice and favour chang'd the light.

Sir Robert Stapylton's Step Mother.

Affection is become a parafite; Strives to please whom it cannot benefit.

Sir William Davenant's Cruel Brother. ALLIANCE.

Whofo doth of a prince alliance crave, He means thereby to work fome point of ill, Or elfe to frame the prince unto his will.

Mirror for Magiftrates.

1. I fought none of your alliance, L2. Has he the fpeed to run beyond himself? 3. Yes, and bring himself about, I warrant you. 1. Nor to be join'd with houses of great found, Whofe noife grows from their hollow emptiness. I could have match'd my daughter here, that was But now a baronettefs in reverfion,

To a substantial heir of two fair lordships.

2. Per

2. Perhaps no gentleman.

1. Yet honourable, land-lordship's real honour,
Though in a tradefman's fon: When your fair titles
Are but the fhadows of your ancestry;

And you walk in them, when your land is gone,
Like the pale ghosts of dead nobility.

Richard Brome's Damoiselle.

AMAZEMENT.

Why ftand you thus amaz'd? Methinks your eyes
Are fix'd in meditation; and all here
Seem like fo many fenfelefs ftatues;
As if your fouls had fuffer'd an eclipse

Betwixt your judgments and affections.

Sretnam, the Woman-Hater,

AMBASSADOR S.

For all ambaffadors

Have chiefly these instructions;

To note the state and chief fway of the court,
To which they are employ'd; to penetrate
The heart and marrow of the king's defigns,
And to obferve the count'nances and spirits
Of fuch as are impatient of reft,

And wring beneath fome private discontent.

Chapman's First Part of Byron's Confpiracy.

Ambaffadors that cram into their breasts
Secrets of kings, and kingdoms interests,
Have not their calling's full preheminence,
'Till they grow greater by removing hence;
Like fubjects here they but attend the throne,
Yet fwell like kings companions when they're gone.

Sir W. Davenant.

AMBITION.

The thirft of reign and sweetness of a crown,
That caus'd the eldest son of heav'nly Ops,
To thruft his doting father from his chair,
And place himself in the empyreal heav'n;
Mov'd me to manage arms against thy state.