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Or impotent, or, else approving, sees Hate, unbelief, and blasphemy of God; The foul disorder. Senseless and deform'd, Envy and slander, malice and revenge; Convulsive Anger storms at large; or, pale And murder, and deceit, and every birth, And silent, settles into fell revenge.
Of damned sort, was progeny of pride.
These, and a thousand mixed emotions
NEXT brave Pbilotimus in post did ride,
clin'd; His heart aspiring swellid until it burst; But when he gain'd the top, with spite
accurst, Down would he fling the steps by which he
His head's a shop furnish'd with looms of
state: His brain the weaver, thoughts are shut
tles light, With which, in spite of heav'n, he weaves
his fate; Honour his web: thus works he day and
night, Till fates cut off his thread; so heapeth
sins, And plagues, nor once enjoys the place
he wins; But where his old race ends, there his new
Pride, self-adoring pride, was primal cause
Ah, silly man, who dream'st that honour
stands In ruling others, not thyself !-thy slaves Serve thee, and thou thy slaves :-in iron
AND him beside rides fierce revenging
And in his hand a burning brond he hath, Yet both his shield and guard (faini heart)
And on his dagger still his hand he held, Trembling through hasty rage when choler Still did he louk for some ensuing cross, in him sweld.
Fearing such hap as never man befell :
No mean he knows, but dreads each little His ruffin raiment all was staind with
(With tyranny of fear distraught) as hell. Which he had spilt, and all to rags yrent;
His sense he dare not trust, (nor eyes, nor Through unadvized rashness woxen wood, ears); For of his hands he had no government,
And when no other cause of fright appears, Ne card for blood in his avengement: Himself he much suspects, and fears his But when the furious fitt was overpast,
causeless fears. His cruel facts he often would repent;
Yet (wilful man) he never would forecast Harness'd with massy steel, for fence, not How many mischiefs should ensue his beed- fight lesse haste.
His sword unseemly long he ready drew:
At sudden shine of his own armour bright Full many mischiefs follow cruell wrath ; He started oft, and star'd with ghastly Abhorred bloodshed, and tumultuous strife,
hue : Unmanly murder, and unthrifty scath, He shrieks at ev'ry danger that appears, Bitter despight, with rancours rusty knife, Shaming the knightly arms he goodly And fretting griefe, the enemy of life :
bears : All these, and many evils moe, haunt ire, His word: Safer, that all, than he that The swelling splene,and frenzy raging rife, nothing fears. The shaking palsey, and Saint Fraunces'
fire, Such one was Wrath, the fifth of this an
DOUBT. godly tire.
steps unsure ;
That every way and neither way inclin'd; FEAR.
And fond Distrust, whom nothing could P. FLETCHER.
Suspicion lean, as if he never din'd: Next to the captain coward Deilos far'd
He keeps intelligence by thousand spies: Him right before he as his shield projected, Argus to him bequeath'd his hundred eyes: And following troops to back him as his So waking, still he sleeps, and sleeping, guard ;
CONTRARITIES IN MAN.
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august,
Who center'd in our make such strange extremes