From each well-govern'd private houfe deriv'd
The perfect model of a commonwealth !
Humanity then lodg'd in the hearts of men,
And thankful mafters carefully provided
For creatures wanting reafon: The noble horfe
That in his fiery youth from his wide noftrils
Neigh'd courage to his rider, and brake through
Groves of oppofed pikes, bearing his lord
Safe to triumphant victory; old or wounded,
Was fet at liberty, and freed from fervice:
Th'Athenian mules that from the quarry drew
Marble, hew'd for the temples of the gods,
The great work ended, were difmifs'd, and fed
At the publick coft: Nay, faithful dogs have found
Their fepulchers; but man to man more cruel,
Appoints no end to th' fuff'rings of his flave.
Since pride ftept in and riot, and overturn'd
This goodly frame of concord; teaching masters
To glory in the abufe of fuch, as are
Brought under their command; who, grown unuseful,
Are less esteem'd than beafts: This you have practic'd;
Practic'd on us, with rigour; This hath forc'd us
To shake our heavy yokes off; and if redress
Of thefe juft grievances be not granted us,
We'll right our felves, and by ftrong hand defend
What we are now poffefs'd of.
By her example warn'd, let all great women
Hereafter throw pride and contempt on fuch
As truly serve them; fince a retribution
In lawful courtefies, is now ftil'd luft ;
⚫ And to be thankful to a fervant's merits,
Is grown a vice, not virtue.
Maffinger's Emperor of the Eaft.
'Tis reported
There is a drink of forgetfulness, which once tasted,
Few mafters think of their fervants; who, grown old,
Are turn'd off like lame hounds and hunting horfes, To starve up on the commons.
Mafinger's Bafhful Lover. I am not of that harsh and morose temper
As fome great men are tax'd with; who imagine
They part from the refpect due to their honours,
If they use not fuch as follow them,
Without diftinction of their births, like flaves.
I am not fo condition'd: I can make
A fitting diff'rence between my foot-boy,
And a gentleman, by want compell'd to ferve me. Maflinger's New Way to pay Old Debts. From the king
To the beggar, by gradation, all are fervants;
And you must grant the flavery is lefs
To study to please one, than many.
Well then, and firft to you fir; you complain
You ferve one lord; but your lord serves a thousand,
Befides his paffions, that are his worst masters:
You must humour him, and he is bound to footh
Ev'ry grim fir above him, if he frown:
For the leaft neglect, you fear to lose your place;
But if, and with all flavish observation,
From the minion's felf, to the groom of his close-ftool,
He hourly feeks not favour, he is fure
To be eas'd of his office, though he bought it:
Nay more, that high difpofer of all fuch
That are fubordinate to him, ferves, and fears
The fury of the many-headed monster,
The giddy multitude; and as a horse
Is ftill a horfe, for all his golden trappings;
So your men of purchas'd titles, at their beft, are
But ferving-men in rich liveries.
Maflinger's Unnatural Combat.
My hafty application of your favours,
You gave me the encouragement to be guilty:
It is a tyranny to cherish servants,
And punish their disobedience.
Shirley's Honoria and Mammon.
My birth is noble, though the pop'lar blast
Of vanity, as giddy as thy youth,
Hath rear'd thy name up to beftride a cloud,
Or progrefs in the chariot of the fun :
I am no clod of trade, to lackey pride;
Nor like your flave of expectation wait
The bawdy hinges of your doors, or whistle
For myftical conveyance to your bed-fports.
John Ford's Broken Heart.
When fervant's fervant's flaves, once relish licence
Of good opinion from a noble nature,
They take upon them boldness to abufe
Such int'reft, and lord it o'er their fellows;
As if they were exempt from that condition,
John Ford's Fancies chafte and noble. How cheaply do we fee fome fervice bought? True: But it is of fools, whofe ware is nought.
Aleyn's Crefcey. Men that are born to ferve, muft feek to please. Richard Brome's New Academy.
'Tis liberty to ferve one lord: But he Who many ferves, ferves bafe fervility.
-When I may reveal
Myfelf your fervant, I'll not do't in breath,
But with the adventure of my life or death.
He us'd Cleander, as the lame
Do their fupporting crutches; that's no longer
Than as they need them; when that they are able
To walk alone, they caft them from them.
Tatham's Diftra&ted State.
Expect not more from fervants than is just;
Reward them well, if they obferve their truft,
Nor them with cruelty, or pride invade ;
Since God and nature them our brothers made:
If his offence be great, let that fuffice;
If light, forgive; for no man's always wife,
Service beyond the gratitude of kings;
Like crimes, misfortune on the fubject brings.
Crown's First Part of the Deftruction of Ferufalem.
SIGHT.
First, the two eyes, which have the feeing pow'r,
Stand as one watchman, fpy or centinel,
B'ing plac'd aloft, within the head's high tow'r ;
And though both fee, yet both but one thing tell
These mirrors take into their little space,
The forms of moon and fun and ev'ry star,
Of ev'ry body, and of ev'ry place,
Which with the world's wide arms embraced are:
Yet their best object, and their noblest use,
Hereafter in another world will be,
When God in them fhall heav'nly light infufe,
That face to face they may their maker fee.
Here are they guides, which do the body lead,
Which elfe would ftumble in eternal night;
Here in this world they do much knowledge read,
And are the casements which admit most light :
They are her fartheft reaching inftrument,
Yet they no beams unto their objects send;
But all their rays are from their objects fent,
And in the eyes with pointed angels end.
If th' objects be far off, the rays do meet
In a fharp point, and fo things feem but small; If they be near, their rays do fpread and fleet, And make broad points, that things feem great withal.
Lastly, nine things to fight reqir'd are,
The pow'r to fee, the light, the visible thing, Being not too small, too thin, too nigh, too far, Clear space and time, the form distinct to bring. Thus fee we how the foul doth use the eyes,
As inftruments of her quick pow'r of fight; Hence doth th' arts optick, and fair painting rife; Painting which doth all gentle minds delight.
SILENCE.
-Silence fhall digeft
What folly hath fwallow'd, and wisdom wean
What fancy hath mourned.
Out of this filence yet I pick'd a welcome :
And in the modesty of fearful duty
I read as much, as from the rattling tongue
Of fawcy and audacious eloquence.
Shakespear's Midfummer-night's Dream.
Silence is the perfecteft herald of joy:
1 were but little happy, if I could fay how much. Shakespear's Much ado about Nothing.
Seal'd up, and filent, as when rigid frofts
Have bound up brooks and rivers, forc'd wild beafts
Unto their caves, and birds into the woods,
Clowns to their houses; and the country fleeps:
That when the fudden thaw comes, we may break
Upon them like a deluge; bearing down
Half Rome before us; and invade the reft
With cries and noise, able to wake the urns
Of thofe are dead, and make their afhes fear.
The horrors that do ftrike the world, fhould come
Loud, and unlook'd for; till they strike, be dumb.
Johnson's Catiline.
Silence in woman, is like fpeech in man ;
Deny't who can.
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