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Suit the Action to the Word & the Word to the
Action; with this special observance, that
Do wrong to none; be able for thine enemy /Rather in power than ufe; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for filence, But never tax'd for fpeech. What Heaven more will [down, That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck Fall on thy head!
Too ambitious Love.
I am undone; there is no living, none, If Bertram be away. It were all one, That I fhould love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is fo above me! In his bright radiance and collateral light Muft I be comforted, not in his sphere. Th' ambition in my love thus plagues itfelf: The hind that would be mated by the lion Muft die for love. 'Twas pretty, tho' a plague, To fee him every hour; to fit and draw His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls, In our heart's table: heart, too capable Of every line and trick of his fweet favour! But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relics.
A parafitical, vain Corvard.
I know him a notorious liar, Think him a great way fool, folely a coward; Yet thefe fix'd evils fit fo fit in him,
That they take place, when virtue's fteely bones Look bleak in the cold wind: withal, full oft we
Cold witdom waiting on fuperfluous folly.
The Remedy of Evils generally in ourselves. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we afcribe to Heav'n. The fated sky
Gives us free fcope; only doth backward pull Our flow defigns, when we ourselves are dull. Impoffible be ftrange attempts to thofe
That weigh their pain in fenfe, and do fuppofe What hath been cannot be. Who ever strove To fhew her merit, that did mifs her love! Character of a noble Courtier, by an old Cotemporary.
King. I would I had that corporal foundness
As when thy father and myself in friendship
fay(Methinks I hear him now) his plaufive words Na