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By that sin sell the angels, how can man then,
APPLAUSE. Such a noise arose As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest, As loud, and to as many tunes: hats, cloaks, (Doublets, I think,) flew up; and had their faces Been loose, this day they had been lost. Such joy I never saw before. Great-bellied women, That had not half a week to go, like rams In the old time of war, would shake the press, And make them reel before them. No man living Could say, This is my wife, there; all were woven So strangely in one piece.
CARDINAL WOLSEY'S DEATH. At last, with easy roads,* he came to Leicester, Lodgid in the abbey; where the reverend abbot, With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gare these words, - 0, father abbot, An old man, broken with the stornis of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity!
By short stages.
So went to bed: where eagerly his sickness
WOLSEY'S VICES AND VIRTUES.
Noble madam, Men's eril manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.
This cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Was fashion’d tot much honour. From his cradle, He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken and persuading; Lofty, and sour,
to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer, • And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely: Ever witness for him Those twins of learning, that he rais'd in you, Jpswich, and Oxforo]! oneş of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it;
* Price. + Of the king. Forined for. $ Ipswich.
The other, though unfinish'l, yet so famous,
'Tis a cruelty, To load a falling man.
ARCHBISHOP CRANMER'S PROPHECY. Let me speak, sir, For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter Let none think flattery, for they'll find them truth. This royal infant, (heaven still move about her!) Though in her cradle, yet now promises Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Which time shall bring to ripeness: She shall be (But few now living can behold that goodness,) À pattern to all princes living with her, And all that shall succeed: Sheba was never More ccvetous of wisdom, and fair virtue, Than this pure soul shall be: all princely graces, That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse her, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her:
She shall be lov'd, and fear'd; Her own shall bless
her: Her foes shake like a field or beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow:
with her: In her days, every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours: God shall be truly known; and those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood. Nor shall this peace sleep with her: But as when The bird ol' wonder dies, the maiden phenix, H :r ashes new create another heir A great in admiration as herself; So shall she leave her blessedness to one, (When heaven shall call her from this cloud of dark.
ness) Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, Shall star-like rise, as great in same as she was, And so stand fix'd: Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, That were the servants to this chosen infant, Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him; Whercver the bright sun of heaven shall shiné, His honour, and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations: He shall flourish, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches To all the plains about him: Our childrea's
children Shall see this, and bless heaven.
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
LOVE THE NOBLENESS OF LIFE. LET Rome in Tiber melt! and the wide arch of the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space; Kingdoms are clay; our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life, Is, to do thus; when such a mutual pair,
But stirr'd by Cleopatra,
ANTONY'S VICES AND VIRTUES. I must not think, there are Evils enough to darken all his goodness His faults, in him, seem as the spots of heaven, More fiery by night's blackness; hereditary, Rather than purchas’d;t what he cannot change, Than what he chooses.
† Procured by his own fault.