WEALTH and its keeping............... 615

What may be excused in a prince, may

not in a king

When ignorance is bliss 'tis folly to be

wise

When valour preys on reason, it eats

the sword it fights with

Where inequality exists safety lies in

fear

616

617

617

619

Where nature has been bountiful, faith

should pray more urgently............ 619

Where there is no mercy justice some-

times descends to tyranny

Wholesome obedience the grand law of

nature

620

622

Wielding of material and abstract power 622

Wife's logic

623

Winning the shrew...

Wit and valour

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624

625

Without conscience bloody deeds ensue 625

Without obedience to heaven's laws

kings are not secure..

Wives should persuade rather than

overrule......

626

630

Woman reigns where the heartbeats high 631

Woman's great mistake, or the maid

635

Woman's love at parting

Woman's source of earthly happiness 635

Woman the better man

636

Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell.
I know myself now; and I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities,

A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd me,

I humbly thank his grace; and from these shoulders,

These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken

A load would sink a navy, too much honour:
O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden,
Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.
CROM. I am glad your grace has made that
right use of it.

WOL. I hope I have: I am able now, me

thinks,

(Out of a fortitude of soul I feel,)

To endure more miseries, and greater far, my weak-hearted enemies dare offer.

Than

K. HENRY VIII., a. 3, s. 2.

A GREAT MAN'S DEATH AND
EPITAPH.

WELL, the voice goes, madam :

After the stout earl Northumberland
Arrested him at York, and brought him forward,
(As a man sorely tainted,) to his answer,
He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill,

He could not sit his mule.

At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester,
Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot,
With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him;
To whom he gave these words,-O father abbot,
An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
Give him a little earth for charity!

So went to bed: where eagerly his sickness
Pursu'd him still; and, three nights after this,
About the hour of eight, (which he himself
Foretold, should be his last,) full of repentance,
Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows,
He gave his honours to the world again,
His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
This cardinal,

Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly
Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle.
He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one;