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the tongues of dying men enforce attention
like deep harmony where words are scarce
they are seldome spent in vaine for they
breathe truth that breathe their words in
pain. He that no more must say, is listened more
Than they whom youth and ease have taught
to gloze, more are men’s ends marked than
their lives before. The setting sun and music
at the close. As the last taste of sweets is
sweetest last written in remembrance more
than things long past. UlF, Usbhfekz pg Skdibse Uif tfdpoe. cz Tiblftqf bsf [sic] 4o. page 68 morientis hominis loquela verissima
By John of Gaunt, in Richard II (TLN646-655), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 697

supplant those rough rug-headed
kerns Which live like venom where no
venom else But only they have privilege
to live.
By Richard II, in Richard II (TLN802-805), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 697

each substance of a grief hath twenty
shadows, Which shows like grief itself, but
is not so: For sorrow’s eyes glazed, with
blinding tears Divides one thing entire to
many objects
By Bushy, in Richard II (TLN966-669), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 698

So great men flourish; and do imitate unskillful statuaries who
suppose In forming a Colossus. if they make him
Straddle enough, strut, and look big and gape
Their work is goodly, so men merely great
In their affected gravity of voice, Sourness of
countenance, manners’ cruelty, Authority, wealth,
and all the spawn of fortune think they
bear all the kingdom’s worth before them Yet
differ not from those colossic Statues capital letter? line break? Which
with heroic forms without o’er-spread Within

are nought but mortar flint and lead
By Bussy d'Ambois, in Bussy d'Ambois (1.1.6-17), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 698

Man is a torch born in the wind a; dream
But of a shadow, summ’d with all his substance
By Bussy d'Ambois, in Bussy d'Ambois (1.1.18-19), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 698

And as great seamen, using all their wealth And skills in Neptune's deep invisible paths. In tall ships richly built and ribb'd with brass. To put a girdle round about the world, When they have done it, coming near their haven, Are fain to give a warning piece, and call A poor, staid fisherman that never pass'd His country's sight to waft and guide them in: So when we wander furthest through the waves Of glassy Glory, and the gulfs of State, Topt with all titles, spreading all our reaches. As if each private arm would sphere the earth We must to Virtue for her guide resort, Or we shall shipwrack in our safest port Dwttz E’ BNCpkt Cz
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godlinesse is your true guide
By Bussy d'Ambois, in Bussy d'Ambois (1.1.20-33), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 698

imitatio Dei in miraculis ad sit
There is no second place in numerous state
That holds more than a cipher: In a King
All places are contain’d. His words and looks
Are like the flashes and the bolts of Jove:
His deeds inimitable, like the Sea
That shuts still as it opes, and leaves no tracts
Nor prints of precedent for mean men's facts.
By Monsieur, in Bussy d'Ambois (1.1.34-40), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 698

Our French Court is a mere mirror of confusion to it
the King and subject, Lord and every slave
Dance a continual hay
By Henry III, King of France, in Bussy d'Ambois (1.2.24-7), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 698

(that like a laurel put in fire
Sparkled, and spit) did much much more than scorn
That his wrong should incense him, so like chaff
To go so soone out; and like lighted paper
Approve his spirit at once both fire and ashes
By Nuntius, in Bussy d'Ambois (1.1.69-73), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 698

D'Ambois is pardon'd: where's the king? Where law?
See how it runs much like a turbulent sea
Here high and glorious as it did contend
To wash the heavens, and make the stars more pure
And here so low, it leaves the mudd of hell
To every common view. this pardoned?
By Tamyra, in Bussy d'Ambois (2.2.24-9), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 699

Thou know'st he is a bachelor and a courtier, Ay, and a prince and their prerogatives
Are to their laws as to their pardons are
Their reservations after Parliaments
One quits another: form gives all their essence
By Montsurry, in Bussy d'Ambois (2.2.120-123), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 699

But now am subject to the heartless fear is "If euery shadow" instead of "Of euery shadow" a typo or does it appear like that on the MS? Should we check when in doubt?
Of every shadow, and of every breath
And would change firmness with an aspen leaf So confident a spotless conscience is,
So confident a spotless conscience is,So weak a guilty
By Montsurry, in Bussy d'Ambois (2.2.120-123), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 699

He turned his outward love to inward hate:
A prince’s love is like the ligthning’s fume,
Which no man can embrace but must consume. Antica vita periculosa. dei amor non nisi in altera vita perfectus
By Montsurry, in Bussy d'Ambois (3.1.130-132), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, cols. 699-700

(like a murthering piece, making lanes in armies,
The first man of a rank, the whole rank falling)
If you have wrong’d one man, you are so far
From making him amends, that all his race,
Friends and associates fall into your chase.
By Bussy d'Ambois, in Bussy d'Ambois (3.2.469-473), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, cols. 699-700

Here’s nought but whispering with us: like a calm
Before a tempest, when the silent air
Lays her soft ear to the earth to hearken for that she fears steals on to ravish her;
Some fate doth join our ears to hear it coming.
By Henry III, King of France, in Bussy d'Ambois (4.1.109-113), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, cols. 699-700

A worthy man should imitate the weather
That sings in tempests, and being clear is silent
By Monsieur, in Bussy d'Ambois (4.2.118-119), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, cols. 699-700

Before I enter; yet will I appear
Like calm security before a ruin
A politician must like lightning melt
The very marrow and not taint the skin.
By Bussy d'Ambois, in Bussy d'Ambois (5.2.187-189), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, cols. 699-700

Young, learned, valiant, virtuous, and full mann’d. One on whom Nature spent so rich a hand That with an ominous eye she wept to see So much consum’d her virtuous treasury.
Yet as the winds sing through a hollow tree,
And (since it lets them pass through) let it stand:
But a tree solid, ( since it gives no way,
To their wild rage ) they rend up by the root
So this whole man (That will not wind with every crooked way, Trod by the servile world) shall reel and fall
Before the frantic puffs of blind-born chance
That pipes through empty men and makes them
dance.

prudentia serpentia co lumbae ingenda mat. 10.16 vide
By Monsieur, in Bussy d'Ambois (5.2.33-45), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, cols. 699-700

As for those that will (by faults which charity
hath raked up or common honesty concealed
make themselves a name with the multitude
or (to draw their rude and beastly claps)
care not whose living faces they entrench
with their petulant styles: may they do
it without a rituallrival for me: I choose
rather to live graved in obscurity than share
with them in so preposterous a fame.

By Epistle, in not in source (Epistle 53-58), not in source
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, cols. 699-700

>–their mis’cline interludes, what learned or liberal soul doth not already abhor? where nothing
but the garbage of the time is uttered
–with brothelry able to violate the ear
of a Pagan, and blasphemy to turn the
blood of a Christian to water. Ben Jon- son Epistle:Dedicated to both universities before Volpone 40. Page: 6
By Epistle, in not in source (Epistle 66-70), not in source
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 700

Your self a slave to the base Lord of love,
Begot of Fancy and of Beauty borne?
And what is Beauty? a mere Quintessence
Whose life is not in being, but in seeming;
And therefore is not to all eyes the same,
But like a cozening picture, which one way
Shews like a crow, another like a Swan
And upon what ground is this Beauty drawne?
Upon a woman, a most brittle creature,
And would to god (for my part) that were all. Bmm Gppmft. by George Chapman Comaedia 40 pag: 70 1605
By Rynaldo, the younger, in All Fools (1.1.42-51), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 700

–the comfort of two hearts
In one delicious harmony united?
As to joy one joy, and think both one thought,
Live both one life and therein double life:
To see their soules met at an enter-view
In their bright eyes, at parle in their lippes
Their language kisses– and t’observe the rest
touches embraces–
By Valerio, in All Fools (1.1.112-19), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 700

– such love is like a smokie fire
In a cold morning; though the fire be cheerefull
Yet is the smoke so sowre and cumbersome
T’were better lose the fire then find the smoke
Such an attendant then as Smoke to fire
Is jelosie to love: Better want both
Then have both.
By Gratiana, in The Wedding (1.2.59-64), James Shirley
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 700

–nor yet was touch’d with hellish treachery: his country’s love
He yet thirsts, not the fair shades of himself:
Of which empoison’d spring when Policy drinks,
He bursts in growing great, and rising sinks.
By Prologue, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (Prologue, ll. 17-21), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 700

O tis a dangerous and a dreadful thing
To steal prey from a lion; or to hide
A head distrustful in his opened jaws
To trust our blood in others veins, and hang
Twixt heaven and earth in vapours of their breath
To leave a sure pace on continued earth
And force a gate in jumps from tower to tower
As they that do aspire; from height to height.
The bounds of loyalty are made of glass.
Soon broke but can in no date be repair’d
Byrons Conspiracy. by George Chapman 4°
pag. 90: 1608.subdiuinum erga regī fidelitas
therefore will men make good former breach with new plots.
By The Duke of Byron, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (1.2.137-146), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 701

To values hard to draw, we use retreates
And, to pull shafts home (with a good bow-arme
We thrust hard from us–
By La Fin, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (2.1.25-27), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 701

I have wondered that your wit and spirit
And profit in the experience of slaveries
Imposed on us; in those mere politic terms
Of love fame loyalty can be carried up
To such an height of ignorant conscience;
of cowardice and dissolution
In all the free-born powers of royal man – –
– We must (in passing to our wished ends
Through things calld called good and bad) be like the air
That evenly interposed betwixt the seas
And the opposed Element of fire;
At either toucheth but pertakes with neither &
Is neither hot nor cold , but with a slight
And harmless temper mixt of both extremes
By The Duke of Byron, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (3.1.25-30, 40-48), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 701

LaFin: you persuade
as if you could create: what man can shun
The searches and compressions of your Grace's ?
By La Fin, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (3.1.64-74), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 701

La Fin is in the right, and will obtain;
He draweth with his weight, and like a plummet
That sways a door, with falling off , pulls after.
By Savoy, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (3.2.1-3), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 701

All we will press about him, and admire The royal promise of his rare aspect, As if he heard not.
By Rochette, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (3.2.10-18), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 701

There are so oft attempts made 'gainst his person,
That sometimes they may speed, for they are plants
That spring the more for cutting, and at last
Will cast their wished shadow , mark, ere long!
proditio non semper tame[n]
By Savoy, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (3.2.191-95), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 701

No? not Treason? Becircumspect, for to a credulous eye
He comes invisible, veil'd with flattery>;
And flatterers look like friends, and wolves like Dogs.

By Henry, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (3.2.244-46), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 701

So de la Fin and such corrupted Heralds,
Hir'd to encourage and to glorify (cheeks
May force what breath they will into their cheeks
Fitter to blow up bladders than full men:
Yet may puff men too , with persuasions
That they are gods in worth , and may rise Kings
With treading on their noises.

By Henry, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (3.2.263-69), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 701

Tell us prosperity is at highest degree
The fount and handle of calamity:
Like dust before a whirlwind those men fly
That prostrate on the grounds of Fortune lie;
And being great, like trees that broadest sprout,
Their own top-heavy state grubs up their root:
By The Duke of Byron, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (3.3.25-30), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 701

He that wins empire with the loss of faith
Out-buys it; and will bankrout; you have laid
A brave foundation by the hand of virtue;
Put not the roof to fortune; foolish statuaries,
That under little saints suppose great bases
Make less to sense the saints, and so, where Fortune
Advanceth vile minds to states great and noble,
She much the more exposeth them to shame,
Not able to make good and fill their bases
With a conformed structure : I have found
By Crequi, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (4.1.176-185), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 701

(Thanks to the blesser of my search), that counsels
Held to the line of justice still produce
The surest states, and greatest, being sure;
Without which fit assurance, in the greatest—
As you may see a mighty promontory
More digg’d and under-eaten than may warrant
A safe supportance to his hanging brows;
All passengers avoid him, shun all ground
That lies within his shadow, and bear still
A flying eye upon him: so great men,
Corrupted in their grounds, and building out
Too swelling fronts for their foundations,
When they most should be propp’d are most forsaken;
And men will rather thrust into the storms
Of better-grounded states than take a shelter
Beneath their ruinous and fearful weight;
Yet they so oversee their faulty bases,
That they remain securer in conceit:
And that security doth worse presage
Their near destructions than their eaten grounds;
And therefore haven itself is made to us
A perfect hieroglyphic to express
The idleness of such security,
And the grave labour of a wise distrust,
In both sorts of the all-inclining stars,
Where all men note this difference in their shining,
As plain as they distinguish either hand,
The fixed stars waver, and the erring stand’.
By Crequi, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (4.1.187-213), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, cols. 702-703

For as the air contained within out ears
If it be not in quiet nor refrains
Troubling our hearing with offensive sounds;

But our affected instrument of hearing
Replete with noise and signings in it self

It faithfully receives no other voices:

So of all judgments if within themselves
They suffer spleen and are tumultuous. They can not equal differences without them.
And this wind that doth so sing in your ears.
By The Duke of Byron, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (5.2.58-67), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 703

--I know is no disease bred in your self
But whispered in by others; who in swelling
Your vaines with empty hope of much yet able
To perform nothing are like shallow streames
That make themselves so many heauens to sight

Since you may see in them the moon and stars
The blue space of the air as far fro’ us

(To our weak sences) in those shallow streams
As if they were as deep as heaven is high
Yet with your middle finger only sound them

And you shall pierce them to the very earth
And therefore leave them and be true to me.
By The Duke of Byron, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (5.2.68-79), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 703

Innocence the sacred amulet Gainst all the poisons of infirmity. Of all misfortune, injury, and death. That make a man in tune still with himself
Free from the hell to be his own accuser Ever in quiet, endless joy enjoying No strife nor no sedition in his powers No motion in his will against his reason No thought gainst thought, nor as it were
In the confines, Of wishing and repenting doth
possess Only a way ward and tumultuous peace
But (all parts in him friendly and secure
fruitful of all best things in all worst seasons.
By The Duke of Byron, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (5.2.85, 88, 94-97), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 703

In him as in a christal that is charmed
I shall discern by whom and what designs
my rule is threatened —Byrons Tragedy.
pag: 100: by George Chapman 1608
By The Duke of Byron, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (5.2.85, 88, 94-97), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 703

Enough of these eruptions; our grave counsellor

Well knowes that great affairs will not be forged

But upon Anvills that are lin’d with wool

We must ascend to our intentions top

Like clouds that must not be seene till they be up
-you must give temperate air
To your unmatched and more than human wind
Else will our plots be frost-bit in the flower.
By The Duke of Byron, in The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Byron (1.2.52-55 and 1.2.44-45), George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 703