Without the least offence to either This world for both, or both for it; And when they pawn and damn their souls They are but prisoners on paroles. [From Part III.] MARRIAGE. There are no bargains driven; Nor marriages, clapped up in heaven, Their business there is only love, Which marriage is not like to improve: For where 'tis of itself inclined AMANTIUM IRAE. Although some fits of small contest That is no more than every lover That makes no breach of faith and love, By turns give one another ease; When those who 're always kind or coy [From Miscellanies.] AN APOLOGY FOR PLAGIARIES. As none but kings have power to raise A wit-excise on verse or prose, Can make them pay the greater share, And they his vassals that supply him; Than any of the best he makes, And more impartially conceive What's fit to choose and what to leave. For men reflect more strictly upon The wit of others than their own; And wit that's made of wit and sleight Drawn from the dull ingredient matter. UPON THE WEAKNESS AND MISERY OF MAN. Our pains are real things, and all With which our nakedness is decked, DISTICHS AND SAWS. [From Hudibras and Miscellanies.] Rhyme the rudder is of verses, With which like ships they steer their courses. In the hurry of a fray (1) (2) (3) Honour is like a widow, won 'Tis hard to keep out of harm's way. With brisk attempt and putting on, With entering manfully and urging; (4) Great commanders always own What's prosperous by the soldier done. (5) Great conquerors greater glory gain By foes in triumph led than slain. (6) Ay me! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron! (7) Valour's a mousetrap, wit a gin, (8) In all the trade of war no feat Which he can never do that's slain. (10) Fools are known by looking wise, As men tell woodcocks by their eyes. (11) Night is the sabbath of mankind To rest the body and the mind. (12) As if artillery and edge-tools Were the only engines to save souls! (13) Money that, like the swords of kings, Is the last reason of all things. (14) He that complies against his will Is of his own opinion still. (15) Those that write in rhyme still make The one verse for the other's sake. (16) He that will win his dame must do As Love does when he bends his bow: With one hand thrust the lady from, And with the other pull her home. (17) What is worth in anything But so much money as 'twill bring? (18) The Public Faith, which every one Is bound to observe, is kept by none. (19) He that imposes an oath makes it, Not he that for convenience takes it. (20) Opinion governs all mankind, Like the blind's leading of the blind. (21) The worst of rebels never arm To do their king and country harm, (22) The soberest saints are more stiff-neckèd (23) Wedlock without love, some say, Is like a lock without a key. (24) Too much or too little wit Do only render the owners fit (25) In little trades more cheats and lying (26) (27) Loyalty is still the same, The subtler all things are, They're but to nothing the more near. (28) Things said false and never meant Do oft prove true by accident. (29) Authority is a disease and cure Which men can neither want nor well endure. |