XVIII.

Beauties at Church.

Fair Women in Churches have as ill effect as fine Strangers in Grammar schools: for tho' the boys keep on the humdrum still, yet none of 'em mind their lesson for looking about 'em. Fane.

XIX.

Expedients.

I have observed the wisdom of these Moors: for some days since being invited by one of the chief Bashaws to dinner, after meat, sitting by a huge fire, and feeling his shins to burn, I requested him to pull back his chair, but he very understandingly sent for three or four masons, and removed the chimney.

Brome.

XX.

Mayor of Queenborow, a Christian, giving orders for feasting Hengist, a Pagan King of Kent, who has invited himself to the Mayor's table.

give charge the mutton come in all raw; the King of Kent is a Pagan, and must be served so.

And

let those officers, that seldom or never go to church, bring it in; it will be the better taken.

Middleton.

XXI.

Fat man's device to get a dainty.

I have a privilege. I was at the tavern the other day; in the next room I smelt hot venison. I sent but a drawer to tell the company," one in the house with a great belly longed for a corner," and I had half a pasty sent me immediately.

Shirley.

XXII.

Miser's Servant.

Friend. Camelion, how now, have you turned away your master?

Camelion. No; I sold my place. As I was thinking to run away, comes this fellow, and offers me a breakfast for my good will to speak to my master for him. I took him at his word, and resigned my office, and turned over my hunger to him immediately. Now I serve a man. Shirley.

XXIII.

Walking.

Fine Lady. I am glad I am come home, for I am even as weary with this walking; for God's sake, whereabouts does the pleasure of walking lie? I swear I have often sought it till I was weary, and yet I could ne'er find it. T. Killigrew.

XXIV.

Foolish Suitor.

Alderman. Save you, Sir.

Suitor. You do not think me damn'd Sir, that you

bestow

That salutation on me?

Ald. Good, Sir, no.

Whom would you speak with here?

Suit. Sir, my discourse

Points at one Alderman Covel.

Ald. I am the party.

Suit. I understand you have a daughter, is

Of most unknown perfections.

Ald. She is as Heaven made her

Suit She goes naked then;

The tailor has no hand in her.

SERIOUS FRAGMENTS.

I.

and

Misery lays stronger bonds of love than Nature; they are more than one, whom the same misfortune joined together, than whom the same womb gave life.

H. Killigrew.

The warm embraces of her flesh is now,
Ev'n now forsaking; this frail body must
Like a lost feather fall from off the wing
Of Vanity-

W. Chamberlain.

III.

eternity:

Within whose everlasting springs we shall

Meet with those joys, whose blasted embryos were

Here made abortive

W. Chamberlain.

IV.

Crown declined by a Spiritual Person.

I know no more the way to temporal rule,

Than he that's born, and has his years come to him, On a rough desartMiddleton.

V.

To a Votaress.

Keep still that holy and immaculate fire,
You chaste lamp of eternity; 'tis a treasure,
Too precious for death's moment to partake
The twinkling of short life.-

Middleton.

VI.

The fame that a man wins himself is best ;
That he may call his own: honours put to him
Make him no more a man than his clothes do,
Which are as soon ta'en off; for in the warmth
The heat comes from the body, not the weeds;
So man's true fame must strike from his own deeds.
Middleton.

VII.
Adventurers.

The sons of Fortune, she has sent us forth

To thrive by the red sweat of our own merits.

Middleton.

VIII.

New made Honour.

forgetfulness

Is the most pleasing virtue they can have,
That do spring up from nothing; for by the same,
Forgetting all, they forget whence they came.

IX.

Enone forsaken.

Middleton.

Beguil'd, disdain'd, and out of love, live long, thou Poplar

tree,

And let thy letters grow in length to witness this with me.
Ah Venus, but for reverence unto thy sacred name,
To steal a silly maiden's love I might account it blame.—
And if the tales I hear be true, and blush for to recite,
Thou dost me wrong to leave the plains, and dally out of

sight,

False Paris! this was not thy vow, when thou and I

were one,

To range and change old love for new; but now those Peel.

days be gone.

X.

Epilepsy.

your [Cæsar's] disease the Gods ne'er gave to man,

But such a one as had a spirit too great
For all his body's passages to serve it;
Which notes the excess of your ambition.

XI.

Chapman.

We are not tried but in our misery. He is a cunning coachman, that can turn well in a narrow room.

Anon.

XII.

Gray hairs.

upon whose reverend head

The milk-white pledge of wisdom sweetly spreads.—

XIII.

Ladies Dancing.

a fine sweet earthquake, gently moved

By the soft wind of whispering silks.—

Lodge.

Decker.

XIV.

sharp witted Poets; whose sweet verse

Makes heav'nly Gods break off their nectar draughts,

And lay their ears down to the lowly earth

Anon.