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Who stuck and spangled you with flatteries,
Washes it off, and sprinkles in your
Your reeking villany. Live loath'd, and long ;
Most smiling, snooth, detetted parasites ;
Courteous destroyers, aff ble wolves, meek bears,
You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time-flies,
Cap-and-knee slaves, vapors, and minute-jacks ;
Of man and beast the infinite malady
Crust you quite o'er !
Shakespear's Timon. 3.
O! your parasite
Is a most precious thing, drop'd from above ;
Not bred ʼmongst clods and clod-polls here on earth.
I muse, the mystery was not made a science,
It is fo lib'rally profest! almost
All the wife world is little else in nature,
But parasites, or sub-parasites. And, yet,
I mean not those that have
To know who's fit to feed them; have no house,
No family, no care, and therefore mould
Tales for mens ears, to bait that sense ; or get
Kitchen-invention, and fome ftale receipts
To please the belly, and the groin ; nor those
With their court dog-tricks, that can fawn and fleer,
Make their revenue out of legs and faces ;
Eccho my lord, and lick away a moth:
your fine elegant rascal, that can rise,
And stoop, almost together; like an arrow
Shoot through the air as nimbly as a star :
Turn short, as doth a swallow ; and be here,
And there ; and here, and yonder, all at once ;
Present to any humour, all occasion ;
And change a vizor, swifter than a thought !
This is the creature had the art born with him;
Toils not to learn it, but doth practice it
Out of most excellent nature : and such sparks
Are the true parasites, others but their zanies.
'Tis true, that sway'd by strong necessity,
I am enforc'd to eat my careful bread,
With too much obsequy; 'tis true, beside,
That I am fain to spin my own poor raiment,
Out of my mere observance, b'ing not born
To a free fortune : but that I have done
Base offices, in rending friends asunder ;
Dividing families; betraying councils ;
Whispring false lies, or mining men with praise ;
Train'd their credulities with perjuries ;
Corrupted chastity ; or am in love
With minę own tender ease, but would not rather
Prove the most rugged and laborious course,
That might redeem my present estimation ;
Let me here perish, in all hope of goodness.
A taffell that hangs at my purse strings; he dogs
Me, and I give him scraps, and pay for his
Ordinary, feed him ; he liquors himself
In the juice of my bounty ; and when he
Hath suck'd up strength of spirit, he squeaseth
It in my own face : when I have refind
And sharpned his wits with good food, he cats
My fingers, and breaks jefts upon me ;
I bear them, and beat him.
Marston's What you will.
22% P A R DO N.
Twice saying pardon, doth not pardon twain ;
But makes one pardon strong.
The word is short, but not so short as sweet;
No word like pardon, for kings mouths so meet.
Shakespear's K. Richard II.
The higher those great powers have rais’d you,
Press that which lies below, with gentler weight:
To pardon miseries is fortune's height.
Goffi's Couragious Turk.
When I call to mem'ry our long friendship,
Methinks it cannot be too, great a wrong,
That then I should not pardon. Why should man,
For a poor hafty fyllable or two,
And vented only in forgetful fury,
Chain all the hopes and riches of his soul,
To the revenge of that, die loft for ever ?
For he that makes his last peace with his maker
In anger ; anger is his peace eternally:
He must expect the same return again,
Whose venture is deceitful.
Middleton and Rowley's Fair Quarrel. But by his heralds first he pardons sent,
So Tamberlaine sent his white flag before.
Henry by lenitives, not corr'sives meant
Those ulcerated members to restore.
No soldier but a herald ; nor a blow;
But strange, a pardon overthrew the foe.
The best of trophies ; chiefly when the war
Is between king and subject : those are best
Complexion'd conquests, which least fanguine are ;
And those most modest, which do blush the least. Camillus, once was by Rome's senate thought
Worthy to triumph, tho’ he had not fought.
And greatest trophy too: they laid their hearts
At Henry's feet to be triumphed o'er,
And yielded their minds captive; which imparts
The bravest glory to the conqueror.
Aleyn's Henry VII. When Kent was in commotion, I know,
Corr'lives did cure the ulcers of the state ; But should you use that course of phyfick now,
You might the patients more exasperate ? So the same simples, as th' experienc'd find, Gather'd at sev’ral times, do purge or bind, If to be great, not good were your intent;
I have chalk' out your way : 'twere a false aim, If by the ruins of the slain you meant,
To raise the pile and structure of your fame :
They which survive will the best trophies be,
And living ftatues of this victory.
Aleyn’s Henry VII.
If Rome could pardon fins, as Romans hold;
And if such pardons might be bought with gold ;
An easy judginent might determine which
To chuse ; to be religious, or else rich :
Nay, Rome does pardon ; pardons may be fold :
We'll search no scriptures; but the mines for gold.
Have you no words but what are only good,
Because their ill is quickly understood ?
Dispose of Claudio's life! Whilft cruel you
Seem dead, by being deaf to all that sue :
Till by long custom of forgiving none,
You're so averse to all forgiveness grown,
That in your own behalf you shall deny
To hear of absolution, when you die.
Sir W. Davenant's Law against Lovers,
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Unreasonable creatures feed their young;
And tho' man's face be fearful to their eyes,
Yet, in protection of their tender ones,
Who hath not seen them, even with those wings,
Which sometimes they have us’d with fearful fight,
Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest,
Off'ring their own lives in their young's defence ?
Shakespear's Third Part of King Henry VI.
Parents are o'erseen,
When with too strict a rein, they do hold in
T'heir child's affections ; and controul that love,
Which the high pow'rs divine instruct them with:
When, in their shallow judgments, they may know,
Affection crufsd, brings misery and woe.
Robert Taylour's Hog hath lost his Pearl. ☺ Fathers that deny their daughters lawful Pleasures, when ripe for them ; in some kind, edge
Their appetites, to taste of the fruit that
Beaumont and Fletcher's Elder Brother.
Oh, the blindness of a cov'tous wretched
Father, that is led only by the ears,
And in love with sounds! Nature had done well
To have thrust him into the world without
An eye, that like a mole is so affected
To base earth ; and there means to dig for paradise.
Fathers their children, and themselves abule ;
That wealth, a husband, for their daughters chuse.
Shirley's School of Compliments. Honour thy parents to prolong thine end ; With them, though for a truth, do not contend : Though all should truth defend, do thou lose rather The truth a while, than lose their loves for ever : Whoever makes his father's heart to bleed; Shall have a child that will revenge the deed.
PART I N G. And by the way, she sundry purpose found
Of this or that, the time for to delay ; And of the perils whereto he was bound,
The fear whereof seem'd m'ich her to affray :
But allshe did, was but to wear out day. Full oftentimes she leave of him did take ;
And eft again deviz'd somewhat to say, Which she forgot ; whereby excuse to make : So loth she was his company for to forsake.
Spenser's Fairy Queen. Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night, till it be morrow.
Skakespear's Romeo and Juliet. I would have thee gone, And yet no further than a wanton's bird, That lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor pris’ner in his twisted gyves ; And with a filk-thread plucks it back again,