Where great Addition fwells, and Virtue none,
It is a dropfied Honour; Good alone,
Is good without a Name, Vilencfs is fo
The Property by what it is, fhould go,
Not by the Title.

On the fame.

She is young, wife, fair,

King, Ibid.

In thefe, to Nature he's immediate Heir;
And these breed Honour: That is Honour's fcorn,
Which challenges it felf as Honour's born,
And is not like the Sire. Honours beft thrive,
When rather from our Acts we them derive
Than our Fore-goers: The meer Word's a Slave
Debofh'd on every Tomb, on every Grave;
A lying Trophy, and as cft is dumb,

Where Duft and damn'd Oblivion is the Tomb. King.Ib.

Self Accufation of too much Love.^

Poor Lord! is't I

That chafe thee from thy Country, and expose
Thofe tender Limbs of thine to the event

Of the none fparing War? And is it I,

That drive thee from the fportive Court, where thou
Waft fhot at with fair Eyes, to be the mark

Of fmoaky Mufquets? O you leaden Meffengers,
That ride upon the violent speed of Fire,
Fly with falfe aim, move the ftill piercing Air
That ftings with piercing, do not touch my Lord:
Whoever shoots at him, I fet him there.
Whoever charges on his forward Breaft,
I am the Caitiff that do hold him to it,
And tho' I kill him not, I am the Caufe
His Death was fo effected. Better 'twere
I met the rav'ning Lion when he roar'd
With fharp contraint of Hunger; Better 'twere

That

That all the Miferies which Nature owes

Were mine at once. No, come thou home, Roffilion,
Whence Honour but of danger wins a Scar,
As oft it lofes all. I will be gone:

My being here it is, that holds theo hence,
Shall I ftay here to do't? No, no, although
The Air of Paradife did fan the House,
And-Angels offic'd all.

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Hel. Ibid.

O Spirit of Love, how quick and fresh art thou! That, notwithstanding thy Capacity

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Receiveth as the Sea, Nought enters there,

Of what validity and pitch fo e'er,

But falls into Abatement, and low Price,

Even in a Minute; fo full of Shapes is Fancy,

That it alone is high fantaftical. Orfino. in the Twelfth

O the that hath a Heart of that fine Frame,
To pay this Debt of Love but to a Brother, li
How will the love, when the rich golden Shaft
Hath kill'd the Flock of all Affections elfe
That live in her? When Liver, Brain and Heart,
Thefe Sovereign Thrones, are all fupply'd, and fill'd
Her fweet Perfections with one felf-fame King.

I faw your Brother,

Danger.

Moft provident in Peril, bind himfeif

Ibid.

Cou

Courage and Hope both teaching him the Practice,
To a trong Maft that liv'd upon the Sea;
Where, like Orion on the Dolphin's Back,
I faw him hold Acquaintance with the Waves,
So long as I could fee.

Difguife.

Difguife, I fee thou art a Wickedness, Wherein the pregnant Enemy does much. How eafie is it, for the proper falle

In Womens waxen Hearts to fet their Forms!
Alas, our Frailty is the Caufe, not we,
For fuch as we are made, if fuch we be.

True Love.

Capt. Ibid.

Viola. Ibid.

Come hither, Boy; if ever thou shalt Love,
In the fweet Pangs of it, remember me;
For fuch as I am, all true Lovers are,
Unftaid and skittish in all Motions elfe,

Save in the conftant Image of the Creature
That is belov'd.

Duke. Ibid.

In Love Woman ought to be youngest.

Duke. Too old, by Heav'n; let ftill the Woman take An elder than her felf, fo wears the to him;

So fways the level in her Husband's Heart.

For, Boy, however we do praise our selves,
Our Fancies are more giddy and unfirm,

More longing, wavering, fooner lost and worn,
Than Womens are.

Vio. I think it well, my Lord.

Duke. Then let thy Love be younger than thy felf,

Or thy Affection cannot hold thy bent:

For Women are as Roses, whofe fair Flower.

Being once display'd, doth fall that very Hour.

Ibid.

Man's

Man's Love.

There is no Woman's Sides

Can bide the beating of fo ftrong a Paffion,
As Love doth give my Heart: No Woman's Heart
So big to hold fo much; they lack Retention.
Alas, their Love may be call'd Appetite :
No motion of the Liver, but the Palate,
That fuffers Surfeit, Cloyment and Revolt;
But mine is all as hungry as the Sea,

And can digeft as much; make no compare
Between that Love a Woman can bear me,
And that I owe Olivia.

Woman's Love.

Duke. Ibid.

Too well I know what Love Women to Men may owe, In faith they are as true of Heart, as we.

My Father had a Daughter lov'd a Man

As it might be, perhaps, were I a Woman,
I fhould your Lordship.

Duke. And What's her Hiftory?

Vio. A blank, my Lord: She never told her Love, But let Concealment, like a Worm i'th' Bud, Feed on her damask Cheek: She pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow Melancholy, She fate like Patience on a Monument, Smiling at Grief. Was not this Love indeed? We Men may fay more, fwear more, but indeed Our fhews are more than will; for still we prove Much in our Vows, but little in our Love.

Unfought Love.

Cefario, by the Roses of the Spring,

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By Maid-hood, Honour, Truth, and every thing,

Ibid.

I love thee fo, that maugre all thy Pride,
Nor Wit, nor Reafon can my Paffion hide.
Do not extort thy Reasons from this Claufe,
For that I woe, thou therefore haft no Caufe:
But rather Reason thus with Reafon fetter;

Love fought, is good; but given unfought, is better.
Olivia. Ib.

Art.

Per. For I have heard it faid,

There is an Art, which in their pideness shares
With great creating-Nature.

Pol. Say there be,

But Nature makes that Mean; fo over that Art,

Which you fay adds to Nature, is an Art

That Nature makes; you fee, fweet Maid, we marry
A gentler Scyon to the wildeft Stock,
And make conceive a Bark of bafer kind.
By Bud of Nobler Race. This is an Art
Which does mend Nature; Change it rather; but
The Art it felf is Nature.

And

England.

The Winter's Tale:

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3.1.

Together with that pale, that white-fac'd Shore, Whole Foot fpurns back the Ocean's roaring Tides, from other Lands her Islanders, coops Even till that England, hedg'd in with the Main, That water-walled Bulwark, ftill fecure And confident from foreign Purposes.

Aufiria:

in the Life and Death of King John.

Defcription of an English Army.

His Marches are expedient to this Town, His Forces ftrong, his Soldier's confident. With him along is come the Mother Queen;

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