705 706 when she (poor hen), fond of no second brood, thou art not honest; and the gods will plague thee, W. SHAKESPEARE CARATACH, GENERAL OF THE BRITONS, SCOUTS AD we a difference with some petty isle, HAD or with our neighbours, lady, for our land-marks, the taking in of some rebellious lord, or making a head against commotions, after a day of blood, peace might be argu'd: the gods we worship, and, next those, our honours, J. FLETCHER THE HORSE-THE HAWK-THE EAGLE HAST thou given the horse strength? hast thou clothed his neck with thunder? Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear and is not affrighted: neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear, and the shield. He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and 707 rage: neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet. He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting. Doth the hawk fly by thy wisdom, and stretch her wings towards the South? Doth the eagle mount up at thy command and make her nest on high? She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the strong place. From thence she seeketh the prey, and her eyes behold afar off. Her young ones also suck up blood; and where the slain are, there is she. A FATHER'S REPROOF BOOK OF JOB MALEFORT SEN. TO MALEFORT JUN. AVE I so far lost HA a father's power, that I must give account of my actions to my son? or must I plead as a fearful prisoner at the bar, while he that owes his being to me sits a judge to censure that, which only by myself ought to be questioned? mountains sooner fall • beneath their valleys, and the lofty pine pay homage to the bramble, or what else is preposterous in nature, ere my tongue in one short syllable yields satisfaction to any doubt of thine; nay, though it were a certainty disdaining argument! Since, though my deeds wore hell's black livery, to thee they should appear triumphal robes, set off with glorious honour, thou being bound to see with my eyes, and to hold that reason that takes or birth or fashion from my will. 708 Who train'd thee up in arms but I? Who taught thee men were men only when they durst look down with scorn on death and danger, and contemn'd all opposition, till plumed Victory had made her constant stand upon their helmets? 709 710 And what I gave, since thou art proud, ungrateful, Look, therefore, for extremities, and expect not as a serpent swollen with poison; who surviving would render all things near him, like itself, ILLO TO WALLENSTEIN P. MASSINGER HIS is that moment. See, our army chieftains, THIS our best, our noblest, are assembled around you, their kinglike leader! On your nod they wait. The single threads, which here your prosperous fortune bring you them not a second time together. 'Tis the high tide that heaves the stranded ship, in the great stream of multitudes. Behold feel only his own weakness, and with speed S. T. COLERIDGE from Schiller THE AGED MAN AT ARMS HIS golden locks time hath to silver turn'd; O time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing! his youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurn'd, but spurn'd in vain; youth waneth by increasing: beauty, strength, youth are flowers but fading seen, duty, faith, love, are roots and ever green. His helmet now shall make a hive for bees 711 712 but though from court to cottage he depart, he'll teach his swains this carol for a song; to be your beadsman now that was your knight. H1 SATYRANE IS loving mother came upon a day G. PEELE unto the woodes, to see her little sonne; she hardly yet perswaded was to stay, and then to him these womanish words gan say: “Ah, Satyrane, my dearling and my joy, for love of me leave off this dreadfull play; to dally thus with death is no fit toy: go, find some other play-fellowes, mine own sweet boy." HAMLET TO HORATIO NAY, do not think I flatter: E. SPENSER for what advancement may I hope from thee, that no revenue hast, but thy good spirits, to feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd ? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp; and crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? 713 as one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing; to sound what stop she please. Give me that man W. SHAKESPEARE PRINCE ARTHUR'S ADDRESS TO NIGHT NIGHT! thou foule mother of annoyance sad, sister of heavie Death, and nourse of Woe, which wast begot in heaven, but for thy bad and brutish shape thrust downe to hell below, where, by the grim floud of Cocytus slow, thy dwelling is in Herebus' black hous, (black Herebus, thy husband, is the foe of all the gods), where thou ungratious half of thy days dost lead in horror hideous; what had th' eternall Maker need of thee the world in his continuall course to keepe, that dost all thinges deface, ne lettest see the beauty of His worke? Indeed, in sleepe the slouthful body that doth love to steep his lustlesse limbes, and drowne his baser mind, doth praise thee oft, and oft from Stygian deepe calls thee his goddesse, in his errour blind, and great Dame Nature's handmaide chearing every kind. E. SPENSER 714 Gi. FATHE GISMUNDA-TANCRED ATHER, these tears love challengeth of due. But reason saith, thou shouldst the same subdue. Gi. His funerals are yet before my sight. Ta. In endless moans princes should not delight. |