Comes in far easier than it can get out.
Many with truft, with doubt few are undone.
Lord Brook's Muflapha.
Oft from new proofs and new phrase, new doubts grow, As strange attire aliens the men we know.
Doubt wifely, in strange way
To ftand inquiring right, is not to ftray;
To fleep or run wrong, is.
Doubt of fincerenefs, is the only mean
Not to incenfe it, but corrupt it clean.
Beaumont and Fletcher's Bloody Brother.
'Tis good to doubt the worst,
We may in our belief be too fecure ;
As kings forbidden to condemn the just,
So kings for fafety must not blame mistrust.
Webfter and Rowley's Thracian Wander.
Let not uncertain fears create new griefs:
Doubt is of all the fharpeft paffion,
And often turns diftempers to diseases.
Known mischiefs have their cure, but doubts have none : And better is defpair than fruitless hope
Mixt with a killing fear.
DRUNKEN NESS.
i. Oh, that men fhould put an enemy in
Their mouths, to steal away their brains! that we
Should with joy, pleafance, revel, and applause,
Transform ourselves into beasts.
2. Why, but you are now well enough: How came You thus recover'd?
1. It hath pleas'd the devil, drunkenness, to
Give place to the devil, wrath; one
Unperfectnefs fhews me another, to
Make me frankly defpife myself.
I will ask him for my place again; he
Shall tell me, I am a drunkard: had I
As many months as Hydra, fuch an answer
Would stop them all. To be now a fenfible
Man, by and by a fool, and presently
A Beaft! every inordinate cup
Is unbless'd, and th'ingredient is a devil.
Oh, thou invisible spirit of wine,
If thou haft no name to be known by, let
Us call thee devil!
What fury of late is crept into our feafts?
What honour giv'n to the drunk'neft guests?
What reputation to bear one glafs more?
When oft the bearer is borne out of door?
Drunkenness! That's a moft gentleman-like
Sin, it fcorns to be beholden; for what it
Receives in a man's house, it commonly
Leaves again at his door.
Drunkennefs! Oh, 'tis a moft fluent and
Swelling virtue, fure the moft juft of all
Virtues, 'tis juftice itself; for if it
Chance t' opprefs and take too much, it prefently
Reftores it again. It makes the king and
The peafant equal; for if they are both
Drunk alike, they are both beafts alike :
As for that most precious light of heav'n,
Truth, if time be the father of her,
I am fure drunkenness is oftentimes
The mother of her, and brings her forth;
Drunkenness brings all out; for it brings all
The drink out of the pot, all the wit out
Of the pate, and all the money out of the purfe.
Fly drunkennefs, whofe vile incontinence
Takes both away the reason and the fenfe : ·
Till with Circaan cups thy mind's poffeft,
Leaves to be man, and wholly turns a beast.
Think while thou swallow'ft the capacious bowl,
Thou lets't in feas to wrack and drown thy foul.
That hell is open, to remembrance call,
And think how fubject drunkards are to fall.
Confider how it foon deftroys the grace
Of human shape, spoiling the beauteous face :
Puffing the cheeks, blearing the curious eye,
Studding the face with vicious heraldry.
What pearls and rubies do the wine disclose,
Making the purfe poor to enrich the nose?
How does it nurse disease, infect the heart,
Drawing fome fickness into ev'ry part?
The ftomach over-cloy'd, wanting a vent,
Doth up again refend her excrement.
And then, O fee what too much wine can do,
The very foul being drunk, fpues fecrets too!
The lungs corrupted, breath contagious air,
Belching up fumes that unconcocted are;
The brain o'er-warm'd, lofing her sweet repofe,
Doth purge her filthy ordure through the nose;
The veins do boil, glutted with vicious food,
And quickly fevers the diftemper'd blood.
The belly fwells, the foot can hardly stand,
Lam'd with the gout; the palfy fhakes the hand;
And through the flesh fick waters finking in,
Do, bladder like, puff up the dropfy'd skin.
It weaks the brain, it fpoils the memory,
Hafting on age, and wilful poverty.
It drowns thy better parts, making thy name
To foes a laughter, to thy friends a shame.
'Tis virtue's poifon, and the bane of trust,
The match of wrath, the fuel unto luft.
Quite leave this vice, and turn not to't again,
Upon prefumption of a ftronger brain;
For he that holds more wine than others can,
I rather count a hogfhead than a man.
EDUCATION.
HE ploughman firft his land doth drefs and turn,
TH And makes it apter ere the feed he sow,
Whereby he is full like to reap good corn,
Where otherwife no feed but weed would grow:
By which enfample men may eas❜ly know
When youth have wealth before they well can use it,
It is no wonder though they do abuse it.
How can he rule well in a common-wealth,
Which knoweth not himself in rule to frame ?
How fhould he rule himself in ghostly health,
Which never learn'd one leffon for the fame ?
If fuch catch harm their parents are to blame :
For needs muft they be blind and blindly led,
Where no good leffon can be taught or read.
Some think their youth difcreet and wifely taught,
That brag and boaft, and wear their feather brave, Can roift and rout, both low'r and look aloft,
Can fwear and stare and call their fellows knave;
Can pill and poll, and catch before they crave,
Can card and dice, both cog and dice at fair,
Play on unthrifty, till their purse be bare.
Some teach their youth to pipe, to fing and dance,
To hawk, to hunt, to choose, and kill their game, To wind their horn, and with their horfe to prance, To play at tennis, fet the lute in frame,
Run at the ring, and ufe fuch other game: Which feats, although they be not all unfit, Yet cannot they the mark of vertue hit.
For, noble youth, there is no thing fo meet
As learning is, to know the good from ill:
To know the tongues and perfectly endite,
And of the laws to have a perfect skill,
Things to reform as right and justice will:
For honour is ordained for no cause,
But to fee right maintained by the laws.
It fpites my heart to hear when noble men
Cannot difclofe their fecrets to their friend,
In fafeguard fure, with paper, ink, and pen;
But firft they must a fecretary find,
To whom they fhew the bottom of their mind':
And be he falfe or true, a blab, or close ;
To him they must their counsel needs disclose.
Cavil in the Mirror for Magiftrates.
Indeed our parents take great care to make
Us ask bleffing, and fay grace, when we are
Little ones; and growing to years of judgment,
They deprive us of the greatest blessing,
And the moft gracious thing to our minds, the
Liberty of our minds: They give us pap
With a fpoon before we can speak; and when
We speak for that we love, pap with a hatchet :
Because their fancies being grown multy
With hoary age, therefore nothing can relish
In their thoughts that favours of fweet youth; they
Study twenty years together to make us grow
As ftraight as a wand, and in the end, by
Bowing us, as crooked as a cammock.
Lilly's Mother Bombie. O England! full of fin, but moft of floth!
Spit out thy phlegm, and fill thy breaft with glory: Thy gentry bleats, as if thy native cloth
Transfus'd a fheepifhness into thy ftory: Not that they all are fo; but that the most Are gone to grafs, and in the pafture loft.
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