So loving-jealous of his liberty.

Shakespear's Romeo and Juliet. With his head over his fhoulder turn'd, He feem'd to find his way without his eyes; For out of doors he went without their help, And, to the laft, bended their light on me.

I. So long,

Shakespear's Hamlet.

As he could make me with this eye, or ear,
Distinguish him from others, he did keep
The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,
Still waving, as the fits and ftirs of's mind
Could beft exprefs how flow his foul fail'd on,
How fwift his fhip.

2. Thou fhould't have made him

As little as a crow, or lefs; ere left

To after-eye him.

1. Madam, fo I did.

2. I would have broken mine eye-ftrings, crack'd 'em, but To look upon him; till the diminution

Of Space had pointed him sharp as my needle ;
Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted, from
The smallness of a gnat, to air; and then
Have turn'd mine eye, and wept.

Shakespear's Cymbeline.

I did not take my leave of him, but had

Moft pretty things to fay: Ere I could tell him,
How I would freely think on him, at certain hours;
Such thoughts, and fuch; or, I could make him fwear,
The fhees of Italy fhould not betray,

Mine int'reft and his honour; or have charg'd him
At the fixth hour of the morn, at noon, at midnight,
T'encounter me with orifons; for then

I am in heav'n for him; or ere I could

Give him that parting kifs, which I had fet
'Twixt two charming words, comes in my father;
And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north,

Shakes all our buds from growing.

Shakespear's Cymbeline.

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With that, wringing my hand, he turns away;
And tho' his tears would hardly let him look,
Yet fuch a look did through his tears make way;
As fhew'd how fad a farewel there he took.

Sweeteft love, I do not go,

For weariness of thee;

Nor in hope the world can show

A fitter love for me:

But fince that I

Muft die at laft, 'tis beft,
Thus to use myself in jeft
By feigned death to die.

Yesternight the fun went hence,
And yet is here to day;
He hath no defire nor sense,
Nor half fo fhort a way:
Then fear not me,

But believe that I fhall make
Haftier journeys, fince I take
More wings and spurs than he.

Daniel's Arcadia.

As in September, when our year refigns
The glorious fun to the cold watry signs,

Dr. Donne.

Which through the clouds looks on the earth in fcorn;
The little bird, yet to falute the morn,
Upon the naked branches fets her foot,
The leaves then lying on the moffy root;
And there a filly chirripping doth keep,
As though the fain would fing, yet fain would weep
Praifing fair, fummer, that too foon is gone,
Or fad for winter, too fast coming on:
In this ftrange plight, I mourn for thy depart,
Because that weeping cannot ease my heart.

Drayton's Queen Margaret to Duke of Suffolk.
I make no doubt, as I fhall take the course,
Which she shall never know, till it be acted;

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And

And when the wakes to honour, then she'll thank me

for't.

I'll imitate the pities of old furgeons

To this loft limb; who ere they fhew their art,
Caft one afleep, then cut the difeas'd part:
So out of love to her I pity most,

She shall not feel him going till he's loft ;
Then he'll commend the cure.

Middleton's Women beware Women.

229 230 PASSIONS.
Behold the image of mortality,

And feeble nature cloth'd with fleshly tire;
When raging paffion with fierce tyranny,
Robs reafon of her due regality,
And makes it fervant to her basest part!
The ftrong it weakens with infirmity,
And with bold fury arms the weakest heart;

The ftrong, through pleasure fooneft falls, the weak, through smart.

Spenfer's Fairy Queen.

But though the apprehenfive pow'r do pause,

The motive virtue then begins to move;

Which in the heart below doth paffions caufe,

Joy, grief, and fear, and hope, and hate, and love.
These paffions have a free commanding might,
And divers actions in our life do breed ;
For all acts done without true reafon's light,
Do from the paffions of the fenfe proceed.

But fince the brain doth lodge the pow'rs of sense,
How makes it in the heart those paffions fpring?
The mutual love, the kind intelligence

'Twixt heart and brain, this fympathy doth bring.

From the kind heat which in the heart doth reign,
The fp'rits of life do their beginning take;

Thefe fp'rits of life afcending to the brain,

When they come there, the fpirits of fenfe do make.

Thefe

Thefe fp'rits of fense, in fantasy's high court,
Judge of the forms of objects, ill or well;
And fo they fend a good or ill report

Down to the heart, where all affections dwell.
If the report be good, it caufeth love,
And longing hope, and well-affured joy :
If it be ill, then doth it hatred move,

And trembling fear, and vexing griefs annoy.
Sir John Davies.

Moft neceffary 'tis, that we forget
Το pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt:
What to ourselves in paffion we propose,
The paffion ending, doth the purpose lose :
The violence of either grief or joy,

Their own enactors with themselves destroy :
Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;
Grief joys, joy grieves on flender accident.

Shakespear's Hamlet.
Paffions are defperate,

And tempt with uncouth woe, as well as joy:
It evil is, that glories to destroy.

Lord Brooke's Alaham.

Paffions are oft mistaken, and mifnam'd;

Things fimply good, grow evil with misplacing.

Lord Brooke's Mustapha.

Who would the title of true worth were his,

Muft vanquish vice, and no base thoughts conceive:
The bravest trophy ever man obtain'd;

Is that, which o'er himself, himself hath gain'd.

E. of Sterline's Darius..

Fear feeing all, fears it of all is fpy'd:

Like to a taper lately burning bright,
But wanting matter to maintain his light;
The blaze afcending, forced by the smoke,
Living by that, which feeks the fame to choke ::
The flame ftill hanging in the air doth burn,
Until drawn down, it back again return:.
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Then

Then clear, then dim; then spreadeth, and then closeth ;
Now getteth ftrength, and now its brightness lofeth;
As well the best difcerning eye may doubt,
Whether it yet be in, or whether out :

Thus in my cheek, my fundry paffions shew'd ;
Now afhy-pale, and now again it glow'd.

Drayton's Lady Geraldine to the Earl of Surrey.

The grief that melts to tears, by't felf is spent :
Paffion refifted, grows more violent.

-Each fmall breath

Tourneur's Atheist's Tragedy.

Disturbs the quiet of poor fhallow waters :

But winds muft arm themfelves, ere the large fea

Is feen to tremble.

Habbington's Queen of Arragon.

-Paffions without power,

Like feas against a rock, but lose their fury..

Denham's Sophy.
The gods from paffions might have made us free ;
Or gave us only thofe, which beft agree.

Sir R. Howard's Vestal Virgin:
These ftarts, are the convulfions of weak reafon,
When fits of paffion grow too ftrong upon you:
We have all our haggard paffions, but none fo wild
Or fo unmann'd as yours.

They may be tam'd and brought from their excess,
And watch'd by reafon, into gentleness.

-Paffions are like thieves

That watch to enter undefended places;

And fob you too, of all that puts a difference
Between wild beasts and man.

Ibid.

Sir R. Howard's Blind Lady.

Oh! these paffions

Are but the cracks and splinters of the foul;
Shatter'd and bruis'd by fome external pow'r,
Which might fecurely lie in its own haven.
Mens minds, like kingdoms, never fo much flourish,