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Thus we debase The nature of our seats, and make the rabble Call our cares, fears: which will in time break ope The locks o'the senate, and bring in the crows To peck the eagles.
330 Let our alliance be combined, Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd
331 Time it is, when raging war is done, To smile at 'scapes and perils over-blown. 12-v.2.
332 I will use the olive with my sword: Make war breed peace; make peace stint war; make
each Prescribe to other, as each other's leech. 27-0.5.
If you do fight against your country's foes,
you do fight in safeguard of your wives,
O war, thou son of hell! Whom angry heavens do make their minister.
sways it this way, like a mighty sea,
Doubtfully it stood;
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He could not Carry his honours even: whether 'twas pride, Which out of daily fortune ever taints The happy man; whether defect of judgment, To fail in the disposing of those chances Which he was lord of; or whether nature, Not to be other than one thing, not moving From the casque to the cushion, but commanding peace
Even with the same austerity and garb
342 He now, forsooth, takes on him to reform Some certain edicts, and some strait decrees, That lie too heavy on the commonwealth: Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep. Over his country's wrongs; and, by this face, This seeming brow of justice, did he win The hearts of all that he did angle for. 18-iv. 3.
When these so noble benefits shall prove
345 At some time when his soaring insolence
Shall teach the people (which time shall not want,
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To the common peopleHow he did seem to dive into their hearts, With humble and familiar courtesy; What reverence he did throw away on slaves; Wooing poor craftsmen, with the craft of smiles, And patient underbearing of his fortune, As 'twere, to banish their affects with him. Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench; A brace of draymen bid—God speed him well, And had the tribute of his supple knee, With-Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends.
347 He speaks home; you may relish him more in the soldier, than in the scholar.
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This man so complete, Who was enroll’d ’mongst wonders, and when we, Almost with ravish'd list’ning, could not find His hour of speech a minute; he Hath into monstrous habits put the graces, That once were his, and is become as black As if besmear'd in hell.
God forbid That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your reading, Or nicely charge your understanding soul With opening titles miscreate, whose right Suits not in native colours with the truth. 20-i.2.
O, who shall believe,
misuse the reverence of your place;
He was a man
354 Oft have I seen the haughty cardinalMore like a soldier, than a man o'the church, As stout, and proud, as he were lord of all. 22—i. 1.
355 You are meek and humble-mouth'd; You sign your place and calling, in full seeming, With meekness and humility: but your heart Is cramm'd with arrogancy, spleen, and pride. You have, by fortune, Gone slightly o'er low steps; and now are mounted, Where
powers are your retainers: and your words, Domestics to you, serve your will, as't please Yourself pronounce their office.