'Tis better to be lowly born,

And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief,

And wear a golden sorrow.

KING HENRY VIII. ii. 3.

NOR aught I see, they are as sick that surfeit

FOR

with too much as they that starve with nothing. It is no mean happiness, therefore, to be seated in the mean: superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.

MERCHANT OF VENICE i. 2.

THERE is a jewel which no Indian mines
Can buy, no chymic art can counterfeit ;
It makes men rich in greatest poverty,
Makes water wine, turns wooden cups to gold,
The homely whistle to sweet music's strain ;
Seldom it comes,
to few from heaven sent,
That much in little, all in naught, Content.

ANON.

Finding the first conceit of love there bred

Where time and outward form would show it dead.

SONN. CVIII.

IF it be true, that the Principal Part of Beauty,

is in decent Motion, certainly it is no marvail, though Persons in Years, seem many times more Amiable Pulchrorum Autumnus pulcher; For no Youth can be comely, but by Pardon, and considering the Youth, as to make up the Comeliness.

BACON.

No Spring nor Summer's Beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one Autumnal Face.

DONNE.

For there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking

makes it so.

HAMLET ii. 2.

I SAW a servant-maid, at the command of her

mistress, make, kindle, and blow a fire. Which done, she was posted away about other business, whilst her mistress enjoyed the benefit of the fire. Yet I observed that this servant, whilst industriously employed in the kindling thereof, got a more general, kindly, and continuing heat than her mistress herself. Her heat was only by her, and not in her, staying with her no longer than she stayed by the chimney; whilst the warmth of the maid was inlaid, and equally diffused through the whole body.

FULLER.

As some rich woman, on a winter's morn,
Eyes through her silken curtains the poor drudge
Who with numb, blackened fingers makes her fire—
At cock-crow on a starlit winter's morn,

When the frost flowers the whitened window-panes-
And wonders how she lives, and what the thoughts
Of that poor drudge may be—

MATTHEW ARNOLD.

You jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nickname God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance.

HAMLET iii. 1.

IAM just come from visiting Sappho, a fine lady,

who writes verses, sings, dances, and can say and do whatever she pleases, without the imputation of anything that can injure her character; for she is so well known to have no passion but self-love; or folly, but affectation; that now, upon any occasion, they only cry, 'It is her way!' and 'That is so like her!'

STEELE.

WISE Wretch! with Pleasures too refin'd to please;
With too much Spirit to be e'er at ease;

With too much Quickness ever to be taught;
With too much Thinking to have common Thought:
You purchase Pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a Rage to live.

POPE.

But what of this? are we not all in love?
LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST iv. 3.

OPINION and Affection extremely differ. I may

affect a Woman best, but it does not follow I must think her the handsomest Woman in the World. I love Apples best of any fruit, but it does not follow that I must think Apples to be the best fruit. Opinion is something wherein I go about to give reason why all the world should think as I think. Affection is a thing wherein I look after the pleasing of myself.

SELDEN.

Ir lies not in our power to love or hate,

For will in us is overruled by fate.

When two are stript, long ere the course begin,

We wish that one should lose, the other win ;
And one especially I do affect

Of two gold ingots, like in each respect :
The reason no man knows; let it suffice,
What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?

MARLOWE.