Never does he lose sight of his moral purpose. His whole object in
writing was to teach a great moral: "it being the end and scope of all
history to teach by example of times past, such wisdom as may guide
our desires and actions." So he carries us through the history of the
"three first Monarchies of the world"; leaving off when the fourth,
Rome, was "almost at the highest." He ends with these noble words on
death:
O eloquent, just and mighty death! Whom none could advise, thou hast
persuaded! What none have dared, thou hast done! And whom *ALL THE
WORLD* hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and
despised! Thou hast drawn together all the far fetched greatness, all
the pride, cruelty and ambition of men; and covered it all over with
these two narrow words: Hic jacet.
_____*ALL THE WORLD*
_____*LETHAL WORLD*
_____*DROLL WEALTH*
_____*THRALLED OWL*
_____*WHALED TROLL*
_____*HELLWARD LOT*
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To my dear Friend,
M. BEN. JOHNSON,
Upon his *FOX*
IF it might stand with Justice, to allow
the swift conversion of all follies; now,
Such is my Mercy, that I could admit
All sorts should equally approve the wit
Of this thy even work: whose growing fame
Shall raise thee high, and thou it, with thy name.
And did not manners, and my love command
Me to forbear to make those understand,
Whom thou, perhaps, hast in thy wiser doom
Long since, firmly resolv'd, shall never come
To know more than they do; I would have shown
*To ALL THE WORLD, the Art* , which thou alone
Hast taught our Tongue, the rules of time, of place,
And other rites, deliver'd, with the grace
Of Comick stile, which only, is far more,
than any English Stage hath known before.
But, since our subtile Gallants think it good
To like of nought, that may be understood,
Lest they should be disprov'd; or have, at best,
Stomachs so raw, that nothing can digest
But what's obscene, or barks: Let us desire
They may continue, simply, to admire
Fine Cloths, and strange Words; and may live, in Age,
To see themselves ill brought upon the Stage,
And like it. Whilst thy bold, and knowing Muse
Contemns all praise, but such as thou wouldst chuse.
FRANC. BEAUMONT.
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Art Neuendorffer
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, "This was a man!"