307:177,000[' ]| 307:177,000[' ]| 307:177,000[' ]| 307:177,001[A ]| In all th' earth, from Cales Westward, to the streams 307:177,002[A ]| Of Ganges, guilded with the morning beams, 307:177,003[A ]| To few men Good and Ill unmask't appear, 307:177,004[A ]| For what with reason do we hope or feare? 307:177,005[A ]| What hast thou by thy happiest project gain'd, 307:177,006[A ]| But thou repent'st thy paines and wish obtain'd: 307:177,007[A ]| Whole houses the easie Gods have overthrown, 307:177,008[A ]| Granting their projects that did those houses own. 307:178,009[A ]| In peace and war that's sought, we should auoyd. 307:178,010[A ]| How many have pure Eloquence destroy'd? <10> 307:178,011[A ]| He vainly shortned his life's hopefull length, 307:178,012[A ]| By trusting to his more then humane strength. 307:178,013[A ]| What multitudes have toyl'd to meet their fate 307:178,014[A ]| Gathering vast sums? which now the best estate 307:178,015[A ]| Falls as farre short of, as our Dolphins faile 307:178,016[A ]| To match the hugenesse of the British Whale. 307:178,017[A ]| Longinus was girt therefore, by command 307:178,018[A ]| From Nero with a military band. 307:178,019[A ]| Seneca's gardens, like his riches, great: 307:178,020[A ]| And the fair Lateran buildings were beset <20> 307:178,021[A ]| By a whole Cohort, but in that sad time, 307:178,022[A ]| Seldom the souldiers did poore garrets clime. 307:178,023[A ]| If thou in the night season travel'st late, 307:178,024[A ]| And carrie'st but a little silver plate, 307:178,025[A ]| Thou fear'st the sword and club, thy faint heart quakes 307:178,026[A ]| At every reed, whose shade by Moon-light shakes. 307:178,027[A ]| The poor way-faring man, that doth not bring 307:178,028[A ]| A Charge along, before the thief will sing. 307:178,029[A ]| The first prayer, made to almost all the Powers; 307:178,030[A ]| Is that our riches may encrease, that's our's, <30> 307:178,031[A ]| In all the Exchange may be the best fill'd trunk. 307:178,032[A ]| But out of earthen pots no poyson's drunk: 307:178,033[A ]| Fear that, when thou rich Setin Wine do'st hold 307:178,034[A ]| Sparkling 'midst Diamonds in a bowle of Gold. 307:178,035[A ]| How lik'st it now, that one of the sages stept 307:178,036[A ]| Ore's threshold laughing still, and th' other wept. 307:178,037[A ]| But laughter's easie, any may deride, 307:178,038[A ]| 'Tis strange whence moisture th' others eyes suppli'd. 307:179,039[A ]| Democritus (that laught his lungs sore, there 307:179,040[A ]| Where no Pretexta, Trabea, Fasces were, <40> 307:179,041[A ]| Close chaire, high throne) had burst sure, had he gaz'd 307:179,042[A ]| Upon our Praetor, in his Chariot rais'd. 307:179,043[A ]| I' th midst o' the dusty Circus, in Jove's gown: 307:179,044[A ]| On's back imbroyder'd robes, on's head a Crown, 307:179,045[A ]| An Orbe which scarce one Atlas can support: 307:179,046[A ]| Therefore a Crown-bearer sweats soundly for't; 307:179,047[A ]| And least that Prince aspiring thoughts might wrong, 307:179,048[A ]| This Groom in the same Chariot rides along. 307:179,049[A ]| Then th' Eagle must, from's Iuory Scepter soare. 307:179,050[A ]| Here Cornets sound, there long troopes ride before; <50> 307:179,051[A ]| With him white Romans, in whose pockets lurks 307:179,052[A ]| Th' Almes-basket, which on their good natures works. 307:179,053[A ]| He then found matter to deride all those 307:179,054[A ]| He met withall: whose mighty judgment showes 307:179,055[A ]| Brave men, examples which the world adorne, 307:179,056[A ]| May in dull climes and grosser ayre be borne. 307:179,057[A ]| The bus'nesses of men, their joyes and fears 307:179,058[A ]| He laught at, and sometimes their very tears. 307:179,059[A ]| A halter on proud fortune he bestow'd, 307:179,060[A ]| And when she frown'd, his middle finger show'd, <60> 307:179,061[A ]| While to the gods wax't knees vain man repairs, 307:179,062[A ]| With his superfluous or destructive prayers. 307:179,063[A ]| Power subject to great envie ruins some, 307:179,064[A ]| Long rolles of glorious names, from whence they come 307:179,065[A ]| Or those atchiev'd, which did their tryumphs crown, 307:179,066[A ]| Brasse statues follow ropes that pul'd them down. 307:180,067[A ]| Their Chariot-wheeles groane under th' Axes stroake, 307:180,068[A ]| And ev'n their innocent horses legs are broke. 307:180,069[A ]| The fire to crackling flames the bellows turnes, 307:180,070[A ]| The head, adored by the people, burnes, <70> 307:180,071[A ]| The great Sejanus melts, and of that face, 307:180,072[A ]| Which in the whole world had the second place, 307:180,073[A ]| Basons and Ewers, pots, frying pans are made. 307:180,074[A ]| Let wreaths of Laurell in thy house be laid, 307:180,075[A ]| Drag to the Capitol a milk-white bull. 307:180,076[A ]| Behold Sejanus through the streets they pull, 307:180,077[A ]| The people shout to see him drag'd with hooks. 307:180,078[A ]| What lips he has? how like a rogue he looks? 307:180,079[A ]| Trust me I never could that man abide. 307:180,080[A ]| But what crime? who inform'd? who testifi'd? <80> 307:180,081[A ]| No such thing, a long worded letter came 307:180,082[A ]| From Capreae, good; I no more Queres frame. 307:180,083[A ]| What do the Rabble all this while? they run 307:180,084[A ]| Along with fortune, as th'ave ever done, 307:180,085[A ]| And hate condemn'd men. That very houre, 307:180,086[A ]| Had Nurscia smil'd upon her Tuscan's power, 307:180,087[A ]| And he surpriz'd the old Prince by trust beguil'd, 307:180,088[A ]| Those rascals had Sejanus Caesar stil'd. 307:180,089[A ]| E're since we left the selling of our voice, 307:180,090[A ]| We take no care; the rout, that once made choice <90> 307:180,091[A ]| Of Consuls, Praetors, Tribunes, what it pleas'd, 307:180,092[A ]| Is long agoe of all that trouble eas'd: 307:180,093[A ]| And only, with perplext devotion, prayes 307:180,094[A ]| For two things, Bread and the Circensian playes. 307:180,095[A ]| Hark how they whisper, shall he dye alone? 307:180,096[A ]| No sure, that great fire's made for more then one: 307:181,097[A ]| At Mars his altar (may the omen faile) 307:181,098[A ]| I met Brutidius, and my friend look't pale. 307:181,099[A ]| Pray heav'n our mighty Ajax do not kill 307:181,100[A ]| Those that were for him, should his cause go ill. <100> 307:181,101[A ]| Then, whilst he lyes upon the brink, let's goe 307:181,102[A ]| Full speed, and trample upon Caesar's foe. 307:181,103[A ]| But let our men see't, least on us they fall, 307:181,104[A ]| And to the barre their pinneon'd masters call. 307:181,105[A ]| Newes of Sejanus thus went up and down, 307:181,106[A ]| These were the secret murmurs of the town. 307:181,107[A ]| Wouldst be Sejanus? courted at his rate, 307:181,108[A ]| A Consull this, a Tribune him create, 307:181,109[A ]| Be th' Emperor's Tutor; who at Caprea sits, 307:181,110[A ]| Thron'd on a rock 'mong his Chaldean wits? <110> 307:181,111[A ]| Would'st have the horse and foot serve under thee, 307:181,112[A ]| And Captain oth' Praetorian life-guard be? 307:181,113[A ]| Why shouldst thou not desire it? those that would 307:181,114[A ]| Act no foul mischief, do yet wish they could. 307:181,115[A ]| Is there in greatnesse so much good, as will 307:181,116[A ]| But onely serve to counterpoise the ill? 307:181,117[A ]| Would'st be with that drag'd Traytors purple grac't, 307:181,118[A ]| Or be at Gabii or Fidena plac'd, 307:181,119[A ]| Break small pots, judgment of false measures give, 307:181,120[A ]| At poor Ulubrae a patcht Aedile live? <120> 307:181,121[A ]| Sejanus therefore never understood, 307:181,122[A ]| You must confesse, true and essential good, 307:181,123[A ]| Who much too wealthy, much too potent grown, 307:181,124[A ]| Pil'd Tow'r on Tow'r, whence he was headlong thrown 307:181,125[A ]| Whom fortune did to that strange height entice, 307:181,126[A ]| To make his Fall more horrid by his Rise. 307:182,127[A ]| What o'rethrew Crassus, conquer'd Pompey caught, 307:182,128[A ]| And him who to his whips slav'd Romans brought? 307:182,129[A ]| Ev'n supream power, got by arts strangely odd, 307:182,130[A ]| And prayers heard by some Malignant God. <130> 307:182,131[A ]| To Ceres sonne in law but few go down 307:182,132[A ]| In Peace that weare, none that usurpe a Crown. 307:182,133[A ]| At Tully's and Demosthenes his fame 307:182,134[A ]| Boyes in Minerva's five daies feast do aime. 307:182,135[A ]| And of their penny-Pallas Rhet'rick crave, 307:182,136[A ]| Waited upon by the small satchell's slave. 307:182,137[A ]| Yet both these Orators their tongues struck dead, 307:182,138[A ]| His wit cost Cicero both his hand and head. 307:182,139[A ]| Such barbarous cruelty who ever saw 307:182,140[A ]| Done on a duller practicer at Law? <140> 307:182,141[A ]| O happy Rome when I was Consull born, 307:182,142[A ]| Anthony's sword he might have laught to scorn, 307:182,143[A ]| If he had still thus poetiz'd, I pray 307:182,144[A ]| The Lady-Muses, that I rather may 307:182,145[A ]| The Author of Ridiculous Poems be, 307:182,146[A ]| Second divine Philippick then of thee. 307:182,147[A ]| Th' Athenian wonder too, was put to death, 307:182,148[A ]| Who rul'd the People with his powerfull breath, 307:182,149[A ]| Got when the Fates were froward, Gods unkind. 307:182,150[A ]| Whom's father, with the smoaky forge half blind, <150> 307:182,151[A ]| From blowes, on sooty Vulcan's Anvil spent 307:182,152[A ]| In ham'ring swords, to study Rhet'rick sent. 307:182,153[A ]| The man of Wood that spoiles in triumph bears, 307:182,154[A ]| A helmet broke, breast batter'd, dangling ears; 307:182,155[A ]| Horses that draw a pole-less Chariot, 307:182,156[A ]| Streamers from Gallies in a Sea-fight got. 307:183,157[A ]| And a sad Captive set a top of all; 307:183,158[A ]| These more then humane blessings souldiers call. 307:183,159[A ]| These the Greek, Roman, Barbarous Generals sought, 307:183,160[A ]| And with so many wounds and dangers brought, <160> 307:183,161[A ]| Vertue is so much lesse belov'd then Fame, 307:183,162[A ]| For, bate reward, who will at vertue aime? 307:183,163[A ]| Hence, have some few sunk nations with their pride, 307:183,164[A ]| That Glorious titles might their ashes hide, 307:183,165[A ]| Which the wild fig-tree springing, breaks away, 307:183,166[A ]| For tombes themselves the pow'r of Fate obey. 307:183,167[A ]| Waigh Hannibal, how many pounds can'st find 307:183,168[A ]| In that great Generalls body now? whose mind 307:183,169[A ]| Not Africa to the Atlantick Main, 307:183,170[A ]| Nor where warm Nilus bounds it, could contain. <170> 307:183,171[A ]| He to his Moores and their tall Elephants 307:183,172[A ]| To joyn Spain, o're the Pyren mountains jaunts, 307:183,173[A ]| Though nature th' Alpes and Snow in's way had laid, 307:183,174[A ]| Through rocks with vineger he his passage made. 307:183,175[A ]| Now Italy is his, hee'l yet march on, 307:183,176[A ]| There is, saith this proud souldier, nothing done, 307:183,177[A ]| Unlesse my Carthaginians storm the town, 307:183,178[A ]| And ith Suburra pitch my standard down. 307:183,179[A ]| O how did the' one-eye'd Generall's picture look, 307:183,180[A ]| Riding on his Getulian Elephants took. <180> 307:183,181[A ]| Alas, what's th' end of glory! he that spread 307:183,182[A ]| His conquests, vanquisht, into exile fled. 307:183,183[A ]| Must (great strange Waiter) part o' th' Presence make, 307:183,184[A ]| Till the Bithynian tyrant please to wake. 307:183,185[A ]| That life, which threatned th' earth with change of States, 307:183,186[A ]| Nor sword, nor dart, nor rocky mountain dates, 307:184,187[A ]| But the revenge of Cannae of that Spring 307:184,188[A ]| Of Roman blood, was a poore little ring. 307:184,189[A ]| Go climbe the horrid Alpes vain-glorious foole, 307:184,190[A ]| To please the boyes, and be their theame at schoole. <190> 307:184,191[A ]| The youth that honour'd Pella with his birth 307:184,192[A ]| Vext at one world, coopt up i' th narrow earth, 307:184,193[A ]| As if the rocks of Gyarus wall'd him in, 307:184,194[A ]| Or as he had in close Seriphus bin. 307:184,195[A ]| When he a Conquerors entrance had compel'd 307:184,196[A ]| To brick-wall'd Babylon, one coffin held. 307:184,197[A ]| Death does alone deale plainly, and declare 307:184,198[A ]| What things of nothing humane bodies are. 307:184,199[A ]| We may believe, what was believ'd of old, 307:184,200[A ]| That ships put in at Athos: and what bold <200> 307:184,201[A ]| And lying Greece on historie impos'd, 307:184,202[A ]| Xerxes that Mountain with his fleet inclos'd, 307:184,203[A ]| That o're the sollid Sea by Coach he past, 307:184,204[A ]| Drank up whole rivers, when he broke his fast. 307:184,205[A ]| And all that, hovering with her drunken wings, 307:184,206[A ]| The Muse of Sostratus the Poet sings. 307:184,207[A ]| But how from Salamin return'd he shipt, 307:184,208[A ]| Whose barbarous pride the East & Northwest whipt? 307:184,209[A ]| Never in Aeolus his Jayle so paid 307:184,210[A ]| Who fetters on th' Earth-shaker Neptune laid, <210> 307:184,211[A ]| And 'twas done gently that he spar'd his brand: 307:184,212[A ]| What God would not serve under his command? 307:184,213[A ]| But how return'd he? in a bark he fled, 307:184,214[A ]| Sayling through blood, retarded by the dead, 307:184,215[A ]| Whose bodies to arrest his flight did swim; 307:184,216[A ]| Thus so much courted glory punisht him. 307:185,217[A ]| Grant health, O Jupiter, grant length of dayes, 307:185,218[A ]| Thus the fresh youth, thus th' old and sickly prayes. 307:185,219[A ]| But how great constant Ills do old men brook, 307:185,220[A ]| How ugly, how unlike themselves they look? <220> 307:185,221[A ]| Instead of skin, they have a nasty hide, 307:185,222[A ]| Sagg'd Cheeks, wherein such wrinkles are descry'd, 307:185,223[A ]| As when through Tabraca's thick woods we shape 307:185,224[A ]| Our Course, we see scratcht in an old she-ape. 307:185,225[A ]| There's somewhat still that diff'rences the young, 307:185,226[A ]| This then that fairer, He then he more strong. 307:185,227[A ]| The old have one face, the same palsie makes 307:185,228[A ]| Their voices tremble which their body shakes. 307:185,229[A ]| Their heads an ancient fall o' the leafe disclose, 307:185,230[A ]| And th' infancy of a still dropping nose. <230> 307:185,231[A ]| Disarm'd of teeth, this Chavells with his gums, 307:185,232[A ]| And to wife, children, and himself becomes 307:185,233[A ]| So loathsome that the sight turnes Cossus blood, 307:185,234[A ]| Who brings him presents of the rarest food. 307:185,235[A ]| Nor in his meat, or wine, does th' ancient gust 307:185,236[A ]| Rejoyce his duller pallat; and for lust, 307:185,237[A ]| A long oblivion cancells those Essayes, 307:185,238[A ]| A Nerve lyes couchant which no art can raise; 307:185,239[A ]| Indeed, what faith, a comfortable effect 307:185,240[A ]| From weak gray-hair'd Priapus, can expect? <240> 307:185,241[A ]| Besides, though he may lust, he cannot love, 307:185,242[A ]| Shall Venus, without strength to please her, move? 307:185,243[A ]| The suffering of another part now see, 307:185,244[A ]| In rarely well-set ayres what joy takes he? 307:185,245[A ]| Although Seleucus sing them to his lute, 307:185,246[A ]| Or one o'th Players in his golden suite. 307:186,247[A ]| What matter where o'th Stage he sits, whose eare 307:186,248[A ]| Can scarce the Cornets, or the Trumpets heare; 307:186,249[A ]| Whose loud-tongu'd boy the very house must rock, 307:186,250[A ]| To make him know who's come, or what's a clock. <250> 307:186,251[A ]| Then, in's cold body, his almost no blood 307:186,252[A ]| A feaver only warmes, and such a flood, 307:186,253[A ]| Of all kind of diseases, that to tell 307:186,254[A ]| Their very names, I might summe up as well 307:186,255[A ]| How many youths got Hippia's good will: 307:186,256[A ]| What patients Themison did one Autumne kill. 307:186,257[A ]| What friends to Rome by Basill cheated were 307:186,258[A ]| Abroad; by Irus what poor Orphans here. 307:186,259[A ]| What men long Maura in one day enjoyes, 307:186,260[A ]| Or the base school-master Amillus, boyes: <260> 307:186,261[A ]| Sooner might my Arithmetick avow, 307:186,262[A ]| How many Mannors he is Lord of now, 307:186,263[A ]| Who, when my youthful beard did trimming crave, 307:186,264[A ]| Correction with his nimble sizzers gave. 307:186,265[A ]| This loses the use of his shoulders, that of's thighes, 307:186,266[A ]| He of his hippes, and he of both his eyes, 307:186,267[A ]| Envi'ng the pur-blind; the fresh colours fled 307:186,268[A ]| From's lippes, and those with other's hands are fed. 307:186,269[A ]| He, at the sight of supper, wont to fall 307:186,270[A ]| A yawning, gapes and gapes, and that is all. <270> 307:186,271[A ]| So gape young swallowes, to bring whose supplies 307:186,272[A ]| With her mouth full, their fasting mother flyes. 307:186,273[A ]| But losse of all his members, equalls not 307:186,274[A ]| His losse of senses, who hath quite forgot 307:186,275[A ]| His servants names, nor his friends count'nance knowes, 307:186,276[A ]| Nor who 'twas supt with him last night, nor those 307:187,277[A ]| He got and bred, though now his Will declare 307:187,278[A ]| Them strangers, making Phiale sole heire, 307:187,279[A ]| For her warm breath, a trick that she did use, 307:187,280[A ]| For many years together, in the Stewes. <280> 307:187,281[A ]| But if he have his senses, Yet he must 307:187,282[A ]| Be forc't to lay his children in the dust, 307:187,283[A ]| With his faire sisters ashes fill an urne, 307:187,284[A ]| Give order for the fire too, that must burn 307:187,285[A ]| His brothers body, and his dearest wife. 307:187,286[A ]| This penance all must doe that have long life. 307:187,287[A ]| They must new funeralls of their house behold, 307:187,288[A ]| And in perpetuall grief and blacks grow old. 307:187,289[A ]| King Nestor did (if faith to thee we give, 307:187,290[A ]| Great Homer) nearest to the Raven live. <290> 307:187,291[A ]| Blest, sure, to be so many ages old, 307:187,292[A ]| That he his years upon his right hand told; 307:187,293[A ]| And drank so often wine ith' Must? but stay 307:187,294[A ]| A while before you judge, and mark, I pray, 307:187,295[A ]| How he complains oth' fates too kind decrees, 307:187,296[A ]| Of too much thred they spun him, when he sees 307:187,297[A ]| His son Antilochus his beard on fire; 307:187,298[A ]| He, then, of all about him doth inquire, 307:187,299[A ]| What was't should him to so long life ingage, 307:187,300[A ]| What had he ever done deserv'd that age? <300> 307:187,301[A ]| So Peleus raves for his Achilles slain, 307:187,302[A ]| He for Ulysses wandring on the main. 307:187,303[A ]| Priam (Troy safe) had his last progresse made 307:187,304[A ]| In state unto Assaracus his shade. 307:187,305[A ]| Hector, his subjects weeping and forlorn, 307:187,306[A ]| With all his brothers had the body born. 307:188,307[A ]| Cassandra, first, her funerall tears had spent, 307:188,308[A ]| And then Polixena her garments rent; 307:188,309[A ]| If he had dy'd before his sonnes foule guilt, 307:188,310[A ]| Ere wanton Paris his bold ships had built. <310> 307:188,311[A ]| What did long life conferre? a sight oth' fall 307:188,312[A ]| Of Asia, fire and sword destroying all. 307:188,313[A ]| Then for his Crown th' old trembling souldier took 307:188,314[A ]| An helmet, and at great Jove's Altar strook, 307:188,315[A ]| Fell like an oxe, in his old age despis'd, 307:188,316[A ]| And by th' ingratefull plowman sacrific'd. 307:188,317[A ]| Yet Priam dy'd a man, but his old wife, 307:188,318[A ]| Survi'de a bitch, and barkt away her life. 307:188,319[A ]| I come to our own stories, passing by 307:188,320[A ]| The Pontick King and Solon's wise reply; <320> 307:188,321[A ]| Who would not Craesus should his fortune praise, 307:188,322[A ]| Untill the close and Evening of his daies. 307:188,323[A ]| This Marius from his native soile divorc'd, 307:188,324[A ]| To lurk in the Minturnian fennes enforc'd, 307:188,325[A ]| Then lodg'd him in a dungeon, whence he fled, 307:188,326[A ]| And neare to conquer'd Carthage begg'd his bread. 307:188,327[A ]| A happier Roman Rome had never seen, 307:188,328[A ]| Nor had his parallel in nature been: 307:188,329[A ]| If when his crow'd of Captives did proclame 307:188,330[A ]| His triumph, when in all wars pomp he came <330> 307:188,331[A ]| From his Teutonick Chariot to alight, 307:188,332[A ]| Then his victorious soule had took her flight. 307:188,333[A ]| To Pompey provident Campania gave 307:188,334[A ]| A timely feaver, but, his life to save, 307:188,335[A ]| In many Cities publique prayers were made, 307:188,336[A ]| The Conquerour preserv'd, to be betraid 307:189,337[A ]| When conquer'd, by Romes fortune and his own; 307:189,338[A ]| His head cut off, a punishment unknown 307:189,339[A ]| To our most dangerous delinquents, thus 307:189,340[A ]| Cethegus suffred not, nor Lentulus, <340> 307:189,341[A ]| E'en Catilin, who to her funerall fire 307:189,342[A ]| Had destin'd Rome, came to his own intire. 307:189,343[A ]| To Venus, in her temple, for fine Boyes 307:189,344[A ]| The zealous mother prayes with lesser noyse. 307:189,345[A ]| But prayes aloud for Girles exactly faire, 307:189,346[A ]| Each nicetie remembred in her prayer. 307:189,347[A ]| Why laugh'st thou at her zeale? the deify'd 307:189,348[A ]| And faire Diana was Latona's pride. 307:189,349[A ]| But the faire Lucrece and her fatall rape, 307:189,350[A ]| Encourages no one to wish her shape. <350> 307:189,351[A ]| Virginia Rutila's buncht back would show, 307:189,352[A ]| And her faire eyes on Rutila bestow. 307:189,353[A ]| Faire creatures are by trembling parents watcht, 307:189,354[A ]| So seldome beauty is with vertue matcht. 307:189,355[A ]| But if mean houses vertuous breeding give, 307:189,356[A ]| Where, like th' old Sabines poor and chast they live, 307:189,357[A ]| If o're rebelling blood a grave command 307:189,358[A ]| Be giv'n to youth by nature's lib'rall hand, 307:189,359[A ]| And nature can do more then breeding can, 307:189,360[A ]| Or Tutors, the boy ne're shall be a man, <360> 307:189,361[A ]| For ev'n to tempt the parents some are bold, 307:189,362[A ]| Such is their courage that come arm'd with gold. 307:189,363[A ]| The Tyrant Nero, to an Eunuches place 307:189,364[A ]| Advanc'd no poult foot, nor ill favoured face, 307:189,365[A ]| Nor worthy of that sad preferment held, 307:189,366[A ]| Those who had necks, or backs, or bellies sweld. 307:190,367[A ]| Now in thy handsome sons and daughters joy, 307:190,368[A ]| Which because handsome greater woes annoy. 307:190,369[A ]| He shall be the town-prostitute, and feare 307:190,370[A ]| What wives expect from husbands most severe. <370> 307:190,371[A ]| Nor can his starres for so good fortune look, 307:190,372[A ]| That he should ne're in Mars his nets be took, 307:190,373[A ]| Where Vulcan's rage will reason more controule, 307:190,374[A ]| Then any passion that invades the soul. 307:190,375[A ]| Some Ganymedes are stab'd, some whipt to death, 307:190,376[A ]| And the live Mullet enters some beneath. 307:190,377[A ]| But thy Endymion shall have her he loves. 307:190,378[A ]| Straight, when with powerfull gold Servilia moves 307:190,379[A ]| He shall have her he hates, her gowns shall fly 307:190,380[A ]| To sale, shee'l nothing to her lust deny. <380> 307:190,381[A ]| Rich Hippia and poor Catulla too, 307:190,382[A ]| When they do long for't, will like women doe. 307:190,383[A ]| But how can Beauty hurt the Chast? what good 307:190,384[A ]| Came to Belerophon by his govern'd blood? 307:190,385[A ]| Hippolitus, his mistresse too perplext, 307:190,386[A ]| Phaedra no lesse Stenobaea next. 307:190,387[A ]| The edge of womans wrath is then most keen, 307:190,388[A ]| When a repulse addes blushes to her spleen. 307:190,389[A ]| Would'st thou have him whom Caesar's wife will chuse 307:190,390[A ]| Co-husband, to accept or to refuse? <390> 307:190,391[A ]| This great Patrician, young and handsome, dyes 307:190,392[A ]| For being such in Messalina's eyes. 307:190,393[A ]| She long hath sate in her bright veyle, her bed 307:190,394[A ]| With nuptiall purple (in a garden) spread, 307:190,395[A ]| Ten thousands told, the customary summe; 307:190,396[A ]| The Publick Notaries and th' Auspex come. 307:191,397[A ]| She thinks this secret witness'd by too few, 307:191,398[A ]| Shee'l marry publickly; Sir, what say you? 307:191,399[A ]| Deny to do't, and Hymen's tapers burne, 307:191,400[A ]| That from her bed shall light thee to thy urne. <400> 307:191,401[A ]| Consent, and thou shalt gain a little time, 307:191,402[A ]| Till the newes fill the City, till the crime 307:191,403[A ]| Arrive the people, and the Prince's eare, 307:191,404[A ]| Who last the blemish of his house shall heare. 307:191,405[A ]| If then a few daies life thou so approv'st, 307:191,406[A ]| Obey; but whether thy own youth thou lov'st, 307:191,407[A ]| Or on her beauty doat'st, not only thou, 307:191,408[A ]| But she her faire neck to the axe must bow. 307:191,409[A ]| Shall man then pray for nothing? If I may 307:191,410[A ]| Advise thee, let the Gods thy wishes weigh, <410> 307:191,411[A ]| Unto their Providence thy Will submit, 307:191,412[A ]| And for what's sweet, they'l give thee what is fit. 307:191,413[A ]| And that which thy condition most behooves, 307:191,414[A ]| The Gods love man more then himself he loves. 307:191,415[A ]| Transported with a blind self-love, we crave 307:191,416[A ]| That all of us may wives and children have. 307:191,417[A ]| But to th' Omniscient Deity, alone, 307:191,418[A ]| What wives, what children we shall have, is known. 307:191,419[A ]| Yet, that for sacrifice thou maist prepare 307:191,420[A ]| Thy white hog, and for something make thy prayer, <420> 307:191,421[A ]| Pray, that the Gods be graciously inclin'd, 307:191,422[A ]| To grant thee health of body, and of mind. 307:191,423[A ]| Ask a strong soule that may death's terrour scorn, 307:191,424[A ]| And think, to die, as good, as to be born. 307:191,425[A ]| As great a guift of nature, that no crosse 307:191,426[A ]| Can daunt, that knows no passion, fears no losse. 307:192,427[A ]| That Hercules his labours can digest, 307:192,428[A ]| Far better then Sardanapalus feast, 307:192,429[A ]| His wenches or his feather beds, I show 307:192,430[A ]| What thou thy selfe maist on thy self bestow. <430> 307:192,431[A ]| The path to peace is vertue; All the Powers 307:192,432[A ]| Will be our own, if Wisdome be but ours. 307:192,433[A ]| And yet to thee vain Fortune we have given 307:192,434[A ]| The name of Goddesse, and plac'd thee in heaven.