Which sweeten'd once the name of him that spake it.— XVII. Herod, jealous, to Mariamne. Shirley. Hast thou beheld thyself, and could'st thou stain I do profoundly hate thee. Lady Elizabeth Carex. XVIII. Cleopatra. The wanton Queen, that never loved for Love. XIX. Lady E. Carew. Conceit of a Princess' love. 'Twas but a waking dream, Wherein thou madest thy wishes speak, not her; Rowley. XX. Changing Colour at sudden News. Why look'st thou red, and pale, and both, and neither?— Chapman. XXI. Rich Usurer to his Mistress. I will not 'joy my treasure but in thee, Wherein are mighty lordships forfeited.- Nor ever was I covetous till now, That I see gold so 'fined in thy hair. Chapman. XXII. Puritan. his face demure, with hand On breast, as you have seen a canting preacher, Anon. XXIII. Eternity, which puzzles all the world XXIV. Man is a vagabond both poor and proud, Anon. He treads on beasts who give him clothes and food; Whip him, and set him to all painful works: Nothing is sinfully begot but he: Can base-born Bastards lawful Sovereigns be? Crowne. XXV. Wishes for Obscurity. How miserable a thing is a Great Man !— So, ere he tasted life, to death he goes; And himself loses, ere himself he knows. Crowne. XXVI. Mind constituted to Goodness. you may do this, or any thing you have a mind to; even in your fantasy there is a secret counsel, seeing that all your actions, nay all your pleasures, are in some exercise of virtue. H. Killigrew. XXVII. Returned Pilgrim. To man how sweet is breath! yet sweetest of all Shall be rak't up in England's peaceful earth. Anon. XXVIII. Usury. Nature in all inferior things hath set A pitch or term, when they no more shall get Only the Usurer's Money 'genders still; Anon. XXIX. Love defined by contraries. Fie, fie, how heavy is light Love in me !— Hath not his perfect shape.— Day. XXX. Good Faith. What are we but our words? when they are past, Faith should succeed, and that should ever last. XXXI. Weeping for good news. I knew your eye would be first served; Rowley XXXII. Forsaken Mistress. I thought the lost perfection of mankind And a new Eve, more excellent than the first, XXXIII. Love surviving Hope. "Tis a vain glory that attends a Lover, Crowne. XXXIV. Warriors. I hate these potent madmen, who keep all Crowne. XXXV. Life. What is't we live for ?-tell life's finest tale- To talk of things we know not, and to know |