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These many summers in a sea of glory ;
But far beyond my depth; my high-blown pride
At length broke under me; and now has left me,
Weary, and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye !
I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched
Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours !
There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin,

and fears thun war or women have; And, when he falls, he falls like Lucifir, Never to hope again.

More pangs

Cardinal Wolsey's Speech to Cromwell.

Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my mileries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the womanLet's dry our eyes; and thus far hear me Cromwell; And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me must more be heard ; say then I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And founded all the depths and shouls of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in : A sure, and safe one, though thy master miss’d it. Mark but my fall, and that which ruin'd me: (7) Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that fin felt the angels ; how can man then (The image of his maker) hope to win by't?

(8) Love

leaves and blossoms: so that Mr. Warburton's criticism is unne. cessary. See Love's Labour Loft.

(7) Cromwell

, &c.]. In the second part of Henry VI. A. I. 9. 4. che duke of Gifier says to his wife,

Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts.

(8) Love thyself laft : cherish those hearts, that hate

thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tonues. (9) Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'it at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'it, o Crom

weil, Thou fall'it a blessed martyr. Serve the king;


(8) Love, &c.] The whole meaning of this advice seems to Be this : “ Pay less regard to your own interest than to that of your friends; love them first, yourself laft, nay, even after your enemies ; for it is necessary for you to cherish those that hate you, to heap favours on them, and thereby make 'em your friends; for even corruption and bribery itself wins not more than honesty and open-dealing." There seems a peculiar excel. lence in this advice of Wolley, whose pride had occasioned him to despise his enemies, and contemn all their feeble efforts, as he judg’d, to harm him: and instead of loving himself last, he had placed there his first and fole affection. So that Mr. W'a-burton's criticism falls to the ground, whọ, obferving, “ that this, tho' an aamirable precept for our conduct in private life, was never design’d for the magistrate or public minister,, gives his opinion the poet wrote;

Cherith those hearts that wait thee.

Sir T. Hanmer flattens the line by reading it,

Cherish ev'n the hearts that hate thee. This passage appears with double propriety, when we consider it comes from the mouth of a divine, who may be supposed to have had this verse of St. Matthew in view. Love your enemies, bless them that curfe. you, do good to them that hate you. Chap. v. ver. 44

(9) Be juft, &c.] The power and blessing of a good heart, and conscience, are mentioned in the 40th page foregoing. Miltong in bis Comus, fpeaks thus excellently of a virtuous man.

He that has light within his own clear breast,
May fit i'th' center and enjoy bright day :
But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts,,
Benighted walks under the mid-day fun ;,
Himself is his own dungeon.

And, pr’ythee, lead me in--
There take an inventory of all I have ;
To the last penny, 'tis the king's. My robe,
And my integrity to heav'n, is all
I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell! Cromwell!
Had I but serv'd ny God with half the zeal
I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies!



Such a noise arose
As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempeft,
As loud, and to as many tunes. Hats, cloaks,
Doublets, I think, flew up; and had their faces
Been loose, this day they had been loft. Such joy
I never saw before. Great belly'd women,
That had not half a week to go, like rams
In the old time of war, would shake the press,
And make 'em reel before 'em. No man living
Could say, this is my wife there, all were woven
So strangely in one piece.

SCENE II. Cardinal Wolsey's Death

At last with easy roads he came to Leicester; Lodg’d in the abbey; where the rev'rend abbot, With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gave these words,

6. O father abbot, “ An old man, broken with the storms of state, 46 Is come to lay his weary bones among you,, « Give him a little earth for charity!" So went to bed; where eagerly his sickness Pursu'd him still, and three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself.


Foretold, should be his last,) full of repentance,
Continual meditations, tears and sorrows,
He gave his honours to the world again,
His blessed part to hear'n, and slept in peace.

His Vices and Virtues.

So may he reft, his faults lie gently on him!
Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak hiin,
And yet with charity; he was a man
Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking
Himself with princes ; (10) one, that by suggestion
Ty'd all the kingdom: fimony was fair play ;
His own opinion was his law. I'th' presence
He would say untruths, and be ever double


(10) One that, &c.] Mr. Warburton explains this paffage thus, « One that by giving the king pernicious counsel, ty’d or enAav'd the kingdom.” And he observes, that Shakespear uses the word suggestion, with a great propriety and seeming knowledge of the Latin tongue. For the late Roman writers and their glofles agree to give this fense to it; Suggtftio, eft cum magistratus quilibet principi fahubre confilium suggerit

. A suggestion, is, when a magistrate gives a prince wholesome counsel.

" So that nothing could be severer than this reflection, that that wholesome. counsel, which it is the minister's duty to give his prince, was so impoisoned by him, as to produce Navery to his country.” The commentator here (with great Thew of reason) seems to strike out a meaning his author most probably never meant ; if the reading be just, the paffage is plain and easy, should we take fuga gestion in its vulgar acceptation ; but it seems very exceptionable, nor can I be satisfied with tyd, especially when I consider the words immediately following; indeed, it may be said, he is. particularizing his vices without any connection: The Oxford editor reads tytb’d, which is too forc'd, and unwarrantable : Wolscy certainly had great sway in the kingdom by means of the high credit he was in with the king, but he could not be faid: properly, I think, by suggestion, by underhand dealings, or by pernicious counsel (which you will,) to tye the kingdom, properly; the word is printed very imperfectly in the old editions ; perhaps it was fway'd; but I pretend not to say any thing cera tain ; the judicious reader will foon see whether the explication. given satisies him.





Both in his words and meaning. He was never,
But where he went to ruin, pitiful.
His promises were, as he then was, mighty;
But his performance, as he now is, nothing.
Of his own body he was ill, and

gave The clergy ill example.

GrifNoble Madam, (11) Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.

*. This cardinal, Tho' from an humble stock, undoubtedly Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle ; He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise; fair spoken, and persuading; Lofty and four to them that lov'd him not : But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer. And though he was unsatisfy'd in getting, (Which was a fin) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely: ever witness for him Those twins of learning that he rais’d in you, Ipswich and Oxford! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to out-live the good he did it: The other, though unfinish'd, yet fo famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That. Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt hiinseif, And found the blessedness of being little ; And to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he dy'd, fearing God.


(11) Men's, &c.] Braumont and Ficésbe borrowed this senti. ment from Shakespear in their Philafter. Act 5.

- All your better deeds Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.

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