697. ADVERSITY.

Adversity hurts none, but only such
Whom whitest fortune dandled has too much.

698. WANT.

Need is no vice at all, though here it be
With men a loathed inconveniency.

699. GRIEF.

Sorrows divided amongst many, less
Discruciate a man in deep distress.

_Discruciate_, torture.

700. LOVE PALPABLE.

I press'd my Julia's lips, and in the kiss
Her soul and love were palpable in this.

701. NO ACTION HARD TO AFFECTION.

Nothing hard or harsh can prove
Unto those that truly love.

702. MEAN THINGS OVERCOME MIGHTY.

By the weak'st means things mighty are o'erthrown.
_He's lord of thy life who contemns his own_.

705. THE BRACELET OF PEARL: TO SILVIA.

I brake thy bracelet 'gainst my will,
And, wretched, I did see
Thee discomposed then, and still
Art discontent with me.

One gem was lost, and I will get
A richer pearl for thee,
Than ever, dearest Silvia, yet
Was drunk to Antony.

Or, for revenge, I'll tell thee what
Thou for the breach shall do;
First crack the strings, and after that
Cleave thou my heart in two.

706. HOW ROSES CAME RED.

'Tis said, as Cupid danc'd among
The gods he down the nectar flung,
Which on the white rose being shed
Made it for ever after red.

707. KINGS.

Men are not born kings, but are men renown'd;
Chose first, confirm'd next, and at last are crown'd.

708. FIRST WORK, AND THEN WAGES.

Preposterous is that order, when we run
To ask our wages ere our work be done.

_Preposterous_, lit. hind part before.

709. TEARS AND LAUGHTER.

Knew'st thou one month would take thy life away,
Thou'dst weep; but laugh, should it not last a day.

710. GLORY.

Glory no other thing is, Tully says,
Than a man's frequent fame spoke out with praise.

711. POSSESSIONS.

Those possessions short-liv'd are,
Into the which we come by war.

713. HIS RETURN TO LONDON.

From the dull confines of the drooping West
To see the day spring from the pregnant East,
Ravish'd in spirit I come, nay, more, I fly
To thee, bless'd place of my nativity!
Thus, thus with hallowed foot I touch the ground,
With thousand blessings by thy fortune crown'd.
O fruitful Genius! that bestowest here
An everlasting plenty, year by year.
O place! O people!