How comes it then that our affections jar ?
What oppofition doth beget this war?

Our affections cannot be compell'd,

Though our actions may.

Drayton,

Cyril Tourneur's Atheist's Tragedy.

O you much partial Gods!

Why gave ye men affections, and not pow'r
To govern them? What I by fate should shun,
I most affect.

That fire's not out, which does in ashes burn.

For affections injur'd

Lodovick Barrey's Ram-Alley.

Henry Glapthorne's Hollander.

By tyranny, or rigour of compulfion,

Like tempeft-threatned trees, unfirmly rooted,
Ne'er fpring to timely growth.

John Ford's Broken Heart.

See how affection fways! though both our reasons Were of one colour, mine look'd dull, thine bright, When prejudice and favour chang'd the light.

Sir Robert Stapylton's Step Mother.

Affection is become a parafite; Strives to please whom it cannot benefit.

Sir William Davenant's Cruel Brother. ALLIANCE.

Whofo doth of a prince alliance crave, He means thereby to work fome point of ill, Or elfe to frame the prince unto his will.

Mirror for Magiftrates. 1. I fought none of your alliance, I2. Has he the speed to run beyond himself? 3. Yes, and bring himself about, I warrant you. 1. Nor to be join'd with houfes of great found, Whose noise grows from their hollow emptiness. I could have match'd my daughter here, that was But now a baronettefs in reverfion,

To a fubftantial heir of two fair lordships.

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2. Perhaps no gentleman.

1. Yet honourable, land-lordfhip's real honour,
Though in a tradefman's fon: When your fair titles
Are but the shadows of your ancestry;

And you walk in them, when your land is gone,
Like the pale ghofts of dead nobility.

Richard Brome's Damoiselle.

AMAZEMENT.

Why ftand you thus amaz'd? Methinks your eyes Are fix'd in meditation; and all here Seem like so many senseless statues ; As if your fouls had fuffer'd an eclipse Betwixt your judgments and affections.

Swetnam, the Woman-Hater. AMBASSADOR S.

For all ambaffadors

Have chiefly these inftructions;

To note the state and chief sway of the court,
To which they are employ'd; to penetrate
The heart and marrow of the king's designs,
And to obferve the count'nances and fpirits
Of fuch as are impatient of reft,

And wring beneath some private discontent.

Chapman's First Part of Byron's Confpiracy.

Ambaffadors that cram into their breasts Secrets of kings, and kingdoms interests, Have not their calling's full preheminence, 'Till they grow greater by removing hence; Like fubjects here they but attend the throne, ... Yet fwell like kings companions when they're gone. Sir W. Davenant.

AMBITION.

The thirst of reign and fweetness of a crown,
That caus'd the eldest fon of heav'nly Ops,
To thruft his doting father from his chair,
And place himself in the ampyreal heav'n;
Mov'd me to manage arms against thy state.

What better prefident than mighty Fove?
Nature that fram'd us of four elements,
Warring within our breasts for regimen,
Doth teach us all to have afpiring minds:
Our fouls, whofe faculties can comprehend
The wond'rous architecture of the world,
And measure ev'ry wand'ring planet's course,
Still climbing after knowledge infinite,
And always moving as the reftlefs fpheres,
Wills us to wear ourselves, and never rest
Until we reach the ripest fruit of all,
That perfect blifs and fole felicity,
The fweet fruition of an earthly crown.
2. For he is grofs, and like the maffy earth,
That moves not upwards, nor by princely deeds
Doth mean to foar above the highest fort.

Marlo's First Part of Tamburlaine the Great.
Ambition hath but two fteps; the lowest,
Blood; the highest envy: Both these hath my
Unhappy father climb'd, digging mines of
Gold with the lives of men, and now envy'd
Of the whole world, is environ'd with
Enemies round about the world, not knowing
That ambition hath one heel nail'd in hell,
Though the stretch her fingers to touch the heav'ns.
Lilly's Midas.

'Tis a common-proof,
That lowlinefs is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber upward turns his face;
But when he once attains the upmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, fcorning the bafe degrees
By which he did afcend. So Cæfar may :
And therefore think him as a ferpent's egg,

Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous;
And kill him in the fhell.

Shakespear's Julius Cæfar.

Who

Who foars too near the fun, with golden wings, Melts them; to ruin his own fortune brings.

Shakespear's Cromwell.

Thriftless ambition! that will ravin up

Thine own life's means.

Shakespear's Macbeth.

How doft thou wear, and weary out thy days,
Reflefs ambition, never at an end?

Whofe travels no Herculean pillar ftays,
But ftill beyond thy reft thy labours tend,
Above good fortune thou thy hopes doft vaise,
Still climbing, and yet never canst ascend :
For when thou haft attain'd unto the top
Of thy defires, thou haft not yet got up:

Daniel's Philotas.

They that from youth do fuck at fortune's breaft, And nurse their empty hearts with seeking higher, Like dropfy fed, their thirst doth never reft; For, ftill by getting, they encrease defire :

Till thoughts, like wood, while they maintain the flame Of high defires, grow afhes in the fame.

Lord Brook's Mustapha.

Thofe who delight in climbing high,

Oft by a precipice do die.

E. of Sterline's Darius.

Of all the paffions which poffefs the foul,

None fo disturbs vain mortals minds,

As vain ambition, which fo blinds

The light of them, that nothing can control,

Nor curb their thoughts who will aspire;

This raging vehement defire

Of fovereignty no fatisfaction finds,

But in the breafts of men doth ever roul

The restless stone of Sisyph' to torment them,
And as his heart, who ftole the heav'nly fire,

The vulture gnaws, fo doth that monfter rent them:

Had they the world, the world would not content them.

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E. of Sterline's Darius.

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Ambition, that near vice

To virtue, hath the fate of Rome, provok'd,
And made that now Rome's felf's no price
To free her from the death wherewith she's yok'd.
That restless ill that ftill doth build
Upon fuccefs; and ends not in aspiring;
But there begins, and ne'er is fill'd

While aught remains that feems but worth defiring.
Wherein the thought, (unlike the eye,

To which things far feem fmaller than they are)
Deems all contentment plac'd on high,
And thinks there's nothing great, but what is far.
Oh that in time, Rome did not caft

Her errors up, this fortune to prevent;

T'have feen her crimes ere they were past, And felt her faults before her punishment!

Johnfon's Catilina,

All other acts of worldings are but toil
In dreams, begun in hope, and end in fpoil.
Look on th'ambitious man, and see him nurse
His unjust hopes, with praises begg'd, or worse,
Bought flatt'ries, the iffue of his purfe,

'Till he become both their, and his own curfe!

Farewel for ever; fo have I difcern'd

An exhalation that would be a ftar
Fall, when the fun forfook it, in a fink.
Shoes ever overthrow that are too large,
And hugest cannons burst with over-charge.

Fobnform.

Chapman's Second Part of Byron's Confpiracy,

He is at no end of his actions bleft,

Whofe ends will make him greatest, and not best:
They tread no ground, but ride in air on storms,
That follow state, and hunt her empty forms.
Who fee not that the vallies of the world,
Make even right with mountains, that they grow
Green, and lie warmer, ever peaceful are,

When clouds spit fire at hills, and burn them bare?

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