How many bawble Boats dare fet their Sails, Then where are thofe weak Rivals of the Main ? Or made a Prey to Neptune. Even thus Shak. & Dryd. Troil. & Creff. With fuch unfhaken Temper of the Soul To bear the swelling Tide of profp'rous Fortune, The Mind grows tough by buffetting the Tempeft; Thou hast been As one in fuffering all, that fuffers nothing: Let Fortune empty her whole Quiver on me, Souls know no Conquerours. We wage unequal War. With Men unconquer'd in the lifted Field; Or conquer'd, yet unknowing how to yield. Row. Tamerl. Shak. Ham!. Dryd. Don Seb. Dryd. Virg So tho' lefs worthy Stones are drown'd by Night, And is oblig'd to Darkness for a Ray, The faithful Di'mond keeps his native Light; That would be more opprefs'd than help'd by Day. Cowl. And better bear like Men, than vainly feek to fhun. Dryd. Pal. But Hudibras, who fcorn'd to ftoop To Fortune, or be faid to droop, Chear'd up himself with Ends of Verfe, Quoth he, (Arc. Than Than when adorn'd with all his Light, Is most admir'd and wonder'd at. FORTUN E. See Fate, Fool, Viciffitude. Hud. Gives and refumes, and fmiles and frowns by fits. Spells, Philtres, Globes, and Schemes of Palmeftry. A Sigil in this Hand the Gypfy bears, In th'other a prophetick Sieve and Shears. Gar Where Nature has deny'd, her Favours flow: Gay The Wife are always Mafters of their own. 3. Dryd. Jun. Juv. Fortune a Goddess is to Fools alone, Fortune was never worfhipp'd by the Wife, But, fet aloft by Fools, ufurps the Skies. Dryd. Juv. Dryd. Juv. She for her Pleafure can her Fools advance, I'll marry Honefty tho' ne'er fo poor, Rather than follow fuch a blind dull Whore. Fortune's a Miftrefs, that with Caution's kind, Knows that the Conftant merit her alone: Buck. They, who tho' fhe feem froward, yet court on. Otw. Don Carl. Her Work would cease, and half the World grow idle. She looks upon them with a threatning Eye. Still various, and inconftant ftill, But with an Inclination to be ill; Promotes, degrades, delights in Strife, I can enjoy her while fhe's kind; Otw. (Orph: Shak. K. John. The Little or the Much fhe gave is quietly refign'd: Who never fail in her unfaithful Sea, If Storms arife, and Clouds grow black, For his ill-gotten Gain, And pray to Gods that will not hear, And fee the Storm afhore. Dryd. Hor. Good Fortune that comes feldom, comes more welcom. Dr. Oedip. Whose Fortune is not fitted to his Will, Too great or little, is uneafy ftill: Our Shooes and Fortunes fure are much ally'd, N4 Staff. Hor. O Mor O Mortals! blind in Fate, who never know To bear high Fortune, or endure the low! Pleasure has been the Businefs of my Life, And every Change of Fortune easy to me, Because I ftill was eafy to my felf. In all my Wars good Fortune flew before me; Fortune came fmiling to my Youth, and woo'd Fate could not ruin me; till I took Pains Dryd. Virg. Dryd. Don Seb. Dryd. Don Seb it; And work'd against my Fortune; chid her from me, Fortune is Cafar's now, and what am I? Glutton of Fortune! thy devouring Youth Dryd. All for Love. Ay me what Perils do inviron Hud. Events are doubtful which on Battels wait; But when 'tis great, like mine, and wretched too, My Soul's ill marry'd to my Body: I would be young, be handfom, be belov'd. And had my Rival Pris'ner! Brave, brave Actions! My Fortune hindred! There's it: I have a Soul to do 'em all: But Fertune will have nothing done that's great, But by young handfom Fools! Body and Brawn And ftreight grew famous; A mad boift'rous Fool! Fool is the Stuff of which Heav'n makes a Hero. Dryd. Virg. How. Dryd [Spoken by Creon in Oedipus.] Nature meant me A Wife, a filly harmlefs Houfhold Dove, Has thrust me out to the wide World, unfurnifh'd (All for Love. Of Falfhood to be happy. [Spoken by Cleopatra.] Dryd. Why was I fram'd with this plain honeft Heart, Which knows not to difguife its Grief and Weakness, But bears its Workings outward to the World? I am made a fhallow foarded Stream, Seen to the Bottom: All my Clearnefs fcorn'd, And all my Faults expos'd. Fate's dark Receffes we can never find, But Fortune, at fome Hours, to all is kind. Dryd. All for Love. The Lucky have whole Days, which ftill they choose ; Th'Unlucky have but Hours, and those they loofe. Dr.Tyr.Love. Who knows what changeful Fortune may produce? Dryd. Virg. FOWL. See Mercury. So fpread upon a Lake, with upward Eye A Plump of Fowl behold their Foe on high: They close their trembling Troop, and all attend On whom the foufing Eagle will defcend. Dryd. Theod. & Hon. Sée |