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For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little ;
And, to add greater honours to his age
Than man could give him, he died, fearing God.

ACT V.
MALICIOUS MEN.

Men that make
Envy, and crooked malice, nourishment,
Dare bite the best.

'A CHURCHMAN.

Love and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition; Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away.

INHUMANITY.

'Tis a cruelty, To load a falling man. ARCHBISHOP CRANMER'S PROPHECY.

Let me speak, sir, For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter Let none think flattery, for they'll find them truth. This royal infant, (heaven still move about her!) Though in her cradle, yet now promises Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Which time shall bring to ripeness: She shall be (But few now living can behold that goodness), À pattern to all princes living with her, And all that shall succeed: Sheba was never More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue, Than this pure soul shall be: all princely graces, That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse her,

Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her,
She shall be lov'd, and feard: Her own shall bless her:
Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,
And hang their heads with sorrow: God grows with

her:
In her days, every man shall eat in safety
Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing
The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours:
God shall be truly known; and those about her
From her shall read the perfect ways of honour,
And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Nor shall this peace sleep with her: But as when
The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,
Her ashes new create another heir,
As great in admiration as herself;
So shall she leave her blessedness to one,
(When heaven shall call her from this cloud of dark-

ness,) Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour, Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, And so stand fix'd: Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, That were the servants to this chosen infant, Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him; Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations: He shall flourish, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches To all the plains about him:- Our children's chil

dren Shall see this, and bless heaven.

THE

Beauties of Shakspeare.

PART THE THIRD.

TRAGEDIES.

ACT I. CLEOPATRA'S SOLICITUDE ON THE ABSENCE OF ANTONY.

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O CHARMIAN, Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he? Or does he walk? or is he on his horse ? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony ! Do bravely, horse! for wot'st thou whom thou mov'st? The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm And burgonet* of men.-He's speaking now, Or murm'ring, Where's my serpent of old Nile ? For so he calls me; Now I feed myself With most delicious poison :- Think on me, That am with Phoebus' am'rous pinches black, And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Cæsar, When thou wast here above the ground, I was A morsel for a monarch: and great Pompey Would stand, and make his eyes grow in my brow: There would he anchor his aspect, and die With his looking on his life.

* A helmet.

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