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To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy;
For if thou put thy native semblance on,
To hide thee from prevention.
Diseases, desperate grown,
By desperate appliance are relieved,
Or not at all.
Such is the infection of the time,
That, for the health and physic of our right,
If that the heavens do not their visible spirits Send quickly down to tame these vile offences, "Twill come,
Humanity must perforce prey on itself,
Like monsters of the deep.
Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your hands,
These growing feathers, pluck'd from Cæsar's wing, Will make him fly an ordinary pitch:
Who else would soar above the view of men,
And keep us all in servile fearfulness.
He carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears.
When first this order was ordain'd,
Knights of the garter were of noble birth;
Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,
The horn and noise o' the monsters.
Our fathers' minds are dead,
And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits;
Authority bears a credent bulk,
That no particular scandal once can touch,
But it confounds the breather.
Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness;
A horse, whereon the governor doth ride,
He can command, lets it straight feel the spur:
Or in his eminence that fills it up,
I stagger in.
His life is parallel'd
Even with the stroke and line of his great justice;
He doth with holy abstinence subdue
That in himself, which he spurs on his power
To qualify in others: were he meal'd
With that which he corrects, then were he tyran
But this being so, he's just.
What his high hatred would effect, wants not
When he speaks not like a citizen, You find him like a soldier: Do not take His rougher accents for malicious sounds, But, as I say, such as become a soldier, Rather than envy you.
He bore him in the thickest troop,
As doth a lion in a herd of neat :
Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs;
Who having pinch'd a few, and made them cry,
I do not think, a braver gentleman,
In speech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight,
In military rules, humours of blood,
He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
That fashion❜d others.
He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age; doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion he hath, indeed, better bettered expectation.
In war was never lion raged more fierce,
He, in his blaze of wrath, subscribes
To tender objects; but he, in heat of action,
He stopp'd the fliers;
And, by his rare example, made the coward
I had rather have my wounds to heal again,
Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich.
His death (whose spirit lent a fire Even to the dullest peasant in his camp) Being bruited once, took fire and heat away From the best temper'd courage in his troops.
He has been bred i' the wars
Since he could draw a sword, and is ill-school'd
O, wither'd is the garland of the war,
The soldier's pole is fallen.
The present wars devour him: he is grown
Too proud to be so valiant.
Such a nature,
Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow
Which he treads on at noon.
Who lined himself with hope,
Eating the air on promise of supply,
Flattering himself with project of a power
Proper to madmen, led his powers to death,
Whilst lions war, and battle for their dens,
Are men more order'd, than when Julius Cæsar Smiled at their lack of skill, but found their courage Worthy his frowning at: Their discipline
(Now mingled with their courages) will make known To their approvers, they are people, such That mend upon the world.
That never set a squadron in the field,
More than a spinster: unless the bookish theoric,
As masterly as he mere prattle, without practice,
The gallant militarist, that had the whole theoric* of war in the knot of his scarf, and the practice in the chapet of his dagger. 11-iv. 3.
Captain! thou abominable cheater, art thou not ashamed to be called-captain? If captains were of my mind, they would truncheon you out, for taking their names upon you before you have earned them. You a captain, you slave! for what?
That such a slave as this should wear a sword,
†The point of the scabbard.