338 BE ADVICE TO CHILDREN E careful of our children: let them know that to be truly great they must be good: let glory, like a sea-mark, guide their course in the rough voyages of tempestuous life; season their early youth with wholesome precepts; teach them to merit, not desire dominion; but above all, let fortitude and courage prepare their minds for fortune's fickle turns, that they in all events may be the same. E. HAYWOOD 339 FORT OF FORTUNE ORTUNAM insanam esse et cæcam et brutam perhibent philosophi saxoque instare eam globoso prædicant volubilem ; ideo quo saxum fors impulerit, cadere fortunam autumant. Cæcam ob eam rem esse memorant, quia nihil cernat quo sese applicet: insanam autem illam aiunt, quia atrox incerta instabilisque sit: brutam autem, quia dignum atque indignum nequeat internoscere. Sunt autem et alii philosophi, qui contra fortunam negent esse ullam sed temeritate omnia autument regi. Id magis verisimile aiunt; quod usus reapse experiundo edocet. M. PACVVIVS 340 THE MURDERER'S CHILDREN OH, what a life must theirs be, those poor inno cents, when they have grown up to a sense of sorrow, that pestilent label on their backs; 341 and if they beg, for beggars they must be, H. M. MILMAN VICISSITUDE 'OR what is it on earth, nay under heaven, continues at a stay? how strong, how beauteous, or how rich it be, W. SHAKESPEARE 342 HE came weeping forth, SHE shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labour to o'ercome the cloud that loads them: while two young virgins, on whose arms she leaned, kindly looked up and at her grief grew sad, as if they catched the sorrows that fell from her; T. OTWAY 343 NIHIL Agere semper infelici esST OPTIMVM IVE me pursuit and business: keep my mind awake with expectation or enjoyment of real pleasure and of active good, if you would make me blest. I'll ne'er be buried alive in your imagined indolence, your gloomy sloth mistaken for repose; the working soul, unexercised abroad, like martial nations, turns its numerous powers begins intestine broils and war at home. JEFFERY 344 345 346 Som. ATTACHED SERVANT O, my dear lady, I could weary stars No and force the wakeful moon to lose her eyes, by my late watching, but to wait on you. When at your prayers you kneel before the altar, Therefore, my most loved mistress, do not bid POLYPHONTES TO MEROPE P. MASSINGER ASK thee not to approve thy husband's death, in reason good,, which justified my deed: M. ARNOLD JUDGMENTS ARE OF different RANGE EARL OF SOMERSET-EARL OF WARWICK Ju UDGE you, my Lord of Warwick, then between us. pitch, between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth, W. SHAKESPEARE 347 PAIN WHAT THAT avails strength, though matchless, quelled with pain, which all subdues, and makes remiss the hands 348 of mightiest? Sense of pleasure we may well of evils, and excessive overturns all patience. REMORSE J. MILTON URN all your eyes on me here stands a man all TUR on me: Set swords against this breast, some honest man, for I have lived till I am pitied! my former deeds were hateful: but this last is pitiful, for I unwillingly have given the dear preserver of my life of flesh and blood to carry this and live? BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER 349 350 PROSPECT OF DEATH WELCOMED METHINKS I'm more at ease now death ap proaches, secure of any future separation from her I love. We soon shall meet never to part again; even on the rack its firmness shall maintain, OUR MOTHER EARTH OT on a path of reprobation runs NOT J. TRAP the trembling Earth; God's eye doth follow her. Speak no harsh words of Earth, she is our mother, and few of us, her sons, who have not added a wrinkle to her brow. She gave us birth, 351 352 353 when we shall pray that she will ope her arms THE TRIAL THE TEST OF VIRTUE A. SMITH HE hero works thro' storms his way to glory, with heat and strength hardened the massy bar, CH. JOHNSON MARCIA TO LUCIA-RESIGNATION LET us to thods submit the event of things. ET us not, Lucia, aggravate our sorrows, Our lives, discolored with our present woes, CAR INVOCATION TO SLEEP J. ADDISON ARE-CHARMING Sleep, thou easer of all woes, on this afflicted prince; fall, like a cloud, J. FLETCHER |