Ambition. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away Ambition: Still in thy Right-Hand carry gentle Peace Thy God's and Truth's; then if thou fall'ft, O Cromwel, Pride cures Pride. Pride hath no other Glass To fhew itself, but Pride; for fupple Knces Wol. Ibid. Feed Arrogance, and are the proud Man's Fees. Ulyffes. Troilus and Creffida. Fallen Greatness. 'Tis certain, Greatness once fall'n out with Fortune, Muft fall out with Men too: what the declin'd is, He fhall as foon read in the Eyes of others, Achilles. Ibid., Great Actions forgot, unless continued. Ulyf. Time hath, my Lord, a Wallet at his Back, Wherein he puts Alms for Oblivion: A great-fiz'd Monster of Ingratitude's ;. Thofe fcraps are good Deeds paft. Which are devour'd as fast as they are made, Forgot as foon as done: Perfeverance, dear my Lord, In In monumental Mock'ry: Take the inftant way, That one by one purfue; if you give way, Or like a gallant Horfe fall'n in first Rank, That flightly shakes his parting Guest by th' hand; One touch of Nature makes the whole World Kin; More Laud than Gilt o'er-dufted, The prefent Eye praifes the prefent Object. lyf. Ibid. Honour ill founded upon the People.. He that depends Upon your Favours, fwims with Sins of Lead, And hews down Oaks with Rufhes. Hang ye---truft ye!^ With every Minute you do change a Mind, And call him Noble, that was now your Hate, Hini Vile, that was your Garland. Martius. Coriolanus. રેછે. Against Against Cuftom. Cuftom calls me to't What Custom wills in all Things, should we do't? Coriolanus. Ibid. On the Turns of the World. Oh World,thy flippery Turns! Friends now fast sworn, WVhofe double Bofoms feem to wear one Heart, VVhofe Hours, whofe Bed, whose Meal and Exercise, On a Diffention of a Doit, break out VVhose Paffions and whofe Plots have broke their Sleep Some Trick not worth an Egg, fhall grow dear Friends, And inter-join their Iffues. VOL. VI. Love. Cor. Ibid. Love is a Smoke made of the Fume of Sighs, Being purg'd, a Fire fparkling in Lovers Eyes; Being vex'd, a Sea nourish'd with loving Tears; VVhat is it else? A Madness most discreet, A choaking Gall, and a preferving Sweet. Rom. Romeo and Juliet. of Dreams. True, I talk of Dreams ; Which are the Children of an idle Brain, And And more unconftant than the Wind; who woes Beauty. Her Beauty hangs upon the Cheek of Night, Rom. Ib. Defcription of an Apothecary's Shop. I do remember an Apothecary, And hereabouts he dwells, which late I noted A beggarly Account of empty Boxes; Green earthen Pots, Bladders, and mufty Seeds, Remnants of Packthread, and old Cakes of Roses, Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a Shew. Against violent Delights. Thefe violent Delights have violent Ends, Ibid. And in the Tafte confounds the Appetite. Friar. Ibid. On On Ceremony or Complements. Ceremony was but devis'd at first To fet a Glofs on faint Deeds, hollow Welcomes, But where there is true Friendship, there needs none. The Glory of this Life. Like Madness is the Glory of this Life, Who lives, that's not depraved, or depraves? Curfes of Rage. Apemantus. ibid, Let me look back upon thee, O thou Wall, Do't in your Parents Eyes. Bankrupts, hold faft, Religion |