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Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot,
gave his honours to the world again,
WOLSEY'S VICES AND VIRTUES.
may he rest: his faults lie gently on him!
Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.
This cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly * Price.
+ Of the king.
Was fashion'd to* much honour. From his cradle,
Love, and meekness, lord,
Cast none away.
* Formed for.
'Tis a cruelty, To load a falling man.
ARCHBISHOP CRANMER'S PROPHECY. Let me speak, sir, For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter Let none think flattery, for they'll find them truth. This royal infant, (heaven still move about her!) Though in her cradle, yet now promises Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Which time shall bring to ripeness: She shall be (But few now living can behold that goodness), A pattern to all princes living with her, And all that shall succeed: Sheba was never More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue, Than this pure soul shall be: all princely graces, That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse her, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her: She shall be lov'd and fear'd: Her own shall bless Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, [her: And hang their heads with sorrow: Good grows
with her; In her days, every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours: God shall be truly known; and those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood. Nor shall this peace sleep with her: But as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new create another heir,
As great in admiration as herself; So shall she leave her blessedness to one, (When heaven shall call her from this cloud of
darkness), Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, And so stand fix'd: Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, That were the servants to this chosen infant, Shall then be his, and like a vine grow' to him; Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, His honour, and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations: He shall flourish, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches To all the plains about him:- -Our children's
children Shall see this, and bless Heaven.
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
LOVE THE NOBLENESS OF LIFE.
LET Rome in Tyber melt! and the wide arch
Cleo. Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony
[her Will be himself. Ant.
But stirr'd by Cleopatra.-
ANTONY'S VICES AND VIRTUES.