can we "Sweet expressions, quick conceit, Familiar language, fashioned to the weight Part with't at pleasure: when we would Of such as speak it." "PUT on The surest armour anvil'd in the shop BEAUMONT and FLETCHER. Lover's Progress, p. 421. "A MAN from whose example As from a compass, we may steer our fortunes, Our actions, and our age; and safe arrive at A memory that shall become our ashes." Ibid. The Pilgrim, p. 445. "FOR he that holds no faith, shall find no trust; But sowing wrong, is sure to reap the same." DANIEL, vol. 1, p. 77. uncase, It brings along with it both flesh and sinews, And leaves us living monsters." Ibid. Prophetess, p. 166. "WHERE benefits Are ill-conferred, as on unworthy men Ibid. Queen of Corinth, p. 192. Humility. "THE fullest and best ears of corn hang lowest towards the ground."- Bp. ReyNOLDS, vol. 5, p. 47. Abuse young lays of love."-Ibid. p. 96. "A MONASTERY, A most strict house; a house where none may whisper, Where no more light is known but what may make ye Believe there is a day where no hope dwells, Nor comfort, but in tears." Ibid. Thierry and Theodoret, p. 124. "WOULD It could as soon be buried to the world "THE world's a labyrinth, where unguided As it should die to me."—Ibid. p. 138. "AND can it be that this most perfect crea ture, This image of his maker, well-squared man, Should leave the handfast1 that he had of grace?"-Ibid. Woman Hater, p. 239. "He that intends well, yet deprives himself Of means to put his good thoughts into deed, Deceives his purpose of the due reward That goodness merits." Ibid. Honest Man's Fortune, p. 377. "Dost know what 'tis to die? -Thou dost not, And therefore not what 'tis to live; to die Is to begin to live. It is to end An old, stale, weary work, and to commence A newer and a better. "Tis to leave Deceitful knaves for the society Of gods and goodness." Ibid. Triumph of Honour, p. 491. Publish their bowels to the vulgar eye." i. e. the hold. On the technical sense of "handfast," and "handfastning." See Tond's Johnson, in v. J. W. W. "BUT such is the perverseness of our nature, That lust, that pleasure, that security, "MEN speak ill of thee: so they be ill men, If they spake worse, 'twere better; for of such To be dispraised, is the most perfect praise. What can his censure hurt me, whom the world Hath censured vile before me!" Ibid. p. 281. LEPIDUS. "Arts, Arrantius ? "YEARS are beneath the spheres; and time None but the plain and passive fortitude, makes weak To suffer and be silent; never stretch These arms against the torrent; live at home With my own thoughts, and innocence about me, Not tempting the wolves' jaws: these are my arts."-BEN JONSON. Sejanus, p. 104. "WHAT a wild muster's here of attributes T'express a worm,-a snake."-Ibid. p. 115. Said of the serpent which came out of his statue, but applicable to adulatory epithets of dignity. "It is a note Of upstart greatness, to observe and watch For these poor trifles, which the noble mind Neglects and scorns. -Aye, and they think themselves Deeply dishonoured where they are omitted, (As if they were necessities that helped To the perfection of their dignities,) And hate the men that but refrain them." Ibid. p. 137. "BEAUTY, wit, and grace, The elements of active delicacy, Those all-eye-pleasing harmonies of sight Which do enchant men's fancies, and stir up The life blood of dull earth." MACHIN'S Dumb Knight. Old Play, vol. 4, p. 383. "AYE! well done! Promises are no fetters: with that tongue Thy promise past, unpromise it again. Wherefore has man a tongue of power to speak, But to speak still to his own private purpose? Beasts utter but one sound; but men have Of speech, and reason, even by nature given Does on the brain: and thence, sir, comes you up In a new suit, with the best wits in being, And kept their speed as long as their clothes lasted Handsome and neat; but then as they grew out At the elbows again, or had a stain or spot, They have sunk most wretchedly." "I WONDER gentlemen And men of means will not maintain themselves [highest: Fresher in wit, I mean in clothes, to the For he that's out of clothes is out of fashion, And out of fashion is out of countenance, And out of countenance is out of wit." BEN JONSON. Staple of News, vol. 5, pp. 177-8. A RICH piece of French eloquence. The night after the battle of Toulouse.—“ Le silence, muet de sa nature, n'y parlait pas, mais il poussait des gemissemens confus qui perçaient l'âme."— Precis Historique de la Battaile, part 3, p. 156. "GOOD Master Picklock, with your worming brain And wriggling engine-head of maintenance, Which I shall see you hole with very shortly. A fine round head, when those two lugs To trundle through a pillory." [are off, BEN JONSON. Staple of News, vol. 5, p. 298. "A POOR affrighted |