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A59997	VVits labyrinth, or, A briefe and compendious abstract of most witty, ingenious, wise, and learned sentences and phrases together with some hundreds of most pithy, facetious and patheticall complementall expressions / collected, compiled and set forth for the benefit, pleasure or delight of all, but principally the English nobility and gentry by J.S., gent.	Shirley, James, 1596-1666.	1648 (1648)	Wing S3494; ESTC R10940	22,813	63

smiles to mee are like a flattering glasse There is sedition in your countenance Content's a Kingdome and you weare the crowne Banish from your breast sad discontent Care lodges in my heart griefe in my breast Charity is fled to Heaven Death is the end of all calamity Rich men flye the poore as good men shunne the Devill Oh what a clogge to the soule is sinne Pity it is repentance comes too late Blow not those coales which long were rak'd in embers Let not the head contend against the foote A benefit upbraided forfeits thankes There 's no content attends a wavering minde That man is only happy with his fate That is contented in a setled state Time flies with winged hast A bounteous act hath alwayes glory following it 'T is best to feare without a cause Your sword hath made some windowes for my blood Who hunts for honour happinesse neglects You are both deafe to prayers and blinde to teares By base revenge there is no honour wonne To forgive an Injury is the greatest victory He that will once give the wall shall quickly bee thrust into the kennell I was not salted at the University to be colted here Love 's the reward of love Mischiefe for mischiefe is a due reward Blood asketh blood and death must death requite Wrong done is righted when men grant they erre Tell trueth and shame all travellers and tradesmen He that soares too neare the Sunne may melt his wings Blushing doth ill in a waiting-Gentlewoman but monstruous in an old Courtier The Vulture smels a prey Sin is the worst of ills A duty well discharg'd is never followed by sadd repentance The world 's a Citie full of straying streets And death's the market-place where all doe meet Make not misery and affliction a toy to jest at My hope 's a prisoner to me A willing man dyes sleeping Truth is times eldest daughter Awake and pay the duty which you owe Power makes all things lawfull Envy stands ever gaping at desert Love hath a blind-fold judgment Truth hath no need of Rhetorick Death is a debt for which there is no forgivenesse Perswasion shall not change me No man shall want his merit Still waters drowne the shallow doe but roare It is truths part to suffer A Bastard is the filthy dreggs of lust that was be got when sinne was revelling Shake hands with passion Earth must not question Heaven As innocent as truth Kill not your comfort Gold is a good perswader He that knowes the world knowes not all her mischiefes Care may prevent a danger He that feares danger shall be sure to finde it In stillest rivers are the greatest dangers Make vertue your companion evermore Truth will appeare sometimes by miracle Severity brings safety Misery will make a man the better relish happinesse Dally not with mischiefe The lambe is unnaturall that should hate the Damme All ship-wracks are not drownings Stomackes with kindnesse cloyd disdaine must stirre Deepe plots desire the night not babling day Wine is wits mid-wife Time may favour winne Fear 's as bad as death Darke night hath blacke velvet wings Melancholy is the nurse of frenzie The poorest service is repaid with thankes It is the minde that makes the body rich The fire of love is blowne by dalliance The more ill threats us we suspect the lesse Preferment seldome graceth bashfulnesse Cares are companions of a crowne Mischiefe lurkes in the darke A storme may come be the day ne're so cleare Quicke speede is good where wisdome leades the way Hasty purposes have hated ends Death is the conquerour of Kings He loves not me that loves mine enemie The monster griefe afflicts my very soule Death is farre sweeter then captivity Reason's the mistresse of experience Report is ever subject to abuses Worth should be ever admir'd and vertue lov'd True love is void of feare No danger can afflict a constant minde Your waxen wings will melt against the Sun Beauty may tempt to lust Put not out the eye of reason Beauty set to sale wantons the blood Beauty doth draw like to the wanton morning sun the eyes of men to gaze on Truth will be prevalent Justice like lightning ever should appeare To few mens ruine but to all mens feare Let not passion ecclips your judgment or reason Truth will discover all mens treacheries Mercy and beauty well doe sympathize Causes best friended have the best events Better be ever dumb then not speake truth Silence argues guilt Appetite to love never leaves an old woman till cracking of nuts failes her Sleepe is deaths younger brother A man past grace is past recovery Nights candles burne obscure The moone lyes buried in a cloud Earths joyes are but short liv'd Your soule bleedes at your eyes The care of State is quicke and jealous Good men may erre sometimes Soft rest hath ceas'd on mortalls browes Passion like midnight sits upon your thoughts I 'e vent my griefes in silence Experience makes it good they stand not fast that rise by blood What fits you not to know leave to desire Suspitions eye doth dog you Death is the post of heaven Take truce with sorrow You may as soone perswade the Ocean in a storm to leave swelling Envye stands a typ-toe to pull downe innocence Every thing the lesse common it is the more admir'd Love is ever seconded with flattery Vertue is rich and rewards it selfe Death 's a quicke carver Death is the harbinger of heaven Fortune showres downe content beyond desert Nature hath made you what she need not shame When he that should reward forgets the man 't is vertue to boast a merit Time creepes when we expect our blisse Prevent your fate by vertuous providence No sun-shine followes me Virgins resolves are weake Be reconcil'd to vertue Innocence is a strong tower Death 's a devouring gamster Reproach is death to him that liv'd in fame Griefe by dispaire seemes greater then it is By industry wise men doe seeke reliefe True setled love can ne're be turn'd to hate Though fortune faile us let us not faile our selves Vertue 's unto it selfe a sure reward Beware betimes and be not wise too late There lurks an adder in the greenest grasse Danger or purpose alwayes hides her head Nothing wounds deeper then ingratitude He that is one mans slave is free from none Where there is plainenesse there is ever truth Rage is the vent of torment Mischiefe's ready way lyes alwayes open Gold is of power to make an Eagle's speed Fortune is fickle and her face is blinde The Foxe fares alwayes best when he is curst Great honours are but fortunes flatteries Who soares too neare the sun may melt his wings The shrub is safe when us the Cedar shakes Ambition like the plague see thou eschew A disgrace not seene is held no shame Let not lust conquer vertue The Halcyon sings before a storme You know no pitty for an injury At the lowest ebbe the tide still turnes You have shewed me a rich Jewell and

put it in a Casket for your selfe When mynes are to bee blowne up men digge lowe Let plenty spread your boord and charity take away Great men to Princes are like valleyes unto hils they may be councelled by them not controwled Conscience is seldome seene in cloath of gold Great fortunes earned are great slaveries Where Beggars once take almes they look for 't ever Storms are at sea when it is calme at land You feede some discontent Discontent 's a mould fit to cast mischiefe in Hee that hath the muses smyle hath moneyes frowne Better to fight with Lyons then with Lawes Heaven is the poore mans champion Sorrow ends not when as it seemeth done Truth hath a quiet breast Where words are few they are seldome spent in vaine Mens ends are mark'd more then their lives before You seeke no shelter to avoid the storme A tide of woes comes rushing on all at once Thankes is the exchequer of the poore Things past redresse ought to be past care Teares shew their love but want their remedy Your heart is not confederate with your tongue Griefe's not to be asswag'd by flattery Chastity is a thing not known in Court Nothing is hard to them that dare to dye Cherish desert in all Men are not fit to live in the state they hate The easinesse doth much abate the edge No pain 's so irksome as a forc'd delight There needes no flattery but where desert is wanting He 's next in right that hath the strongest power Sometimes noble blood is hid in rags Feare argues a base spirit Death is the last and the extream'st of ills Vertue is paid her due by death alone Time weares out what art or nature cannot bring about When lust is up all women are alike None can finde the subtle cunning of a womans minde You give a drop of honey in a sea of gall Ther 's no resisting of necessity There is a cloud obscures my sunne Late providence procures long repentance Blinde is the censure of uncertainties Great sorrow is alwayes dumbe The greatest vertue is true patience My heart was never feaver-shook with feare All censures soone take fire The dawne of mid-night is the Drunkards noone Chastity is a Virgins riches To shut your lips fast take this locke of gold A faulty woman never wants excuse Women are like to Venice glasses one cracke spoyles them As kinde as the sunne to the new-come spring As constant as the needle to the adamant Good things abus'd convert unto the worst An Eagles nest disdaines to hatch a crow Small flies it'th spiders web are ta'ne When great ones teare the web and free remaine No man ever durst sweare for his wife but Adam Innocence wrong'd is crown'd Thieves are Diana's Forresters or Gentlemen of the shade As melancholy as a lovers lute or haire Tread not upon my patience A railing wife is worse then a smoaky house As bountifull as mynes of India Your letters speakes your minde As wanton as a goate Discretion is the better part of valour A false comfort is worse then a true wrong Suspition alwayes hath a ready tongue In poyson there is physicke Wake not a sleeping wolfe As neare of kinne as the parish heyfer to the towne bull Discretion is the better part of man Let wisdome be your guide Uneasie lyes the head that weares a Crowne Olde folkes are times doating chronicle He is walk'd the way of nature and of death Abate your fury As quicke and fiery as the palfrey of the sunne There 's flattery in friendship The man that would have sold the Lyons skinne while the beast liv'd was kill'd with hunting him Noble mindes contemne dispaire or danger There is more safety in a tygers jawes To wretched men death is felicity No beast is so fierce but knowes some touch of pitty A wren may prey where an Eagle dares not perch 'T is good to sort occasion When clouds appeare wise men put on their cloakes The minde of man mistrusts ensuing dangers The waters swell before a boysterous storme Riches are in fortune as great a good as wisedome is in nature Hope is such a bate it covers any hooke Calumnies are answered best with silence Health is the blessing of the rich and riches of the poore The sunne that sets may rise againe Play not with or delay not opportunity Guilty persons suspect what they deserve Mischiefe doth ever end where it begun It is an act of horrour Heaven never failes the innocent Good wits are greatest in extreamity To plead for the guilty hurts the innocent Mischief's feed like beasts till they be fat and then they bleed Brave minds are strongest in extreamities The most doe favour errour Reason is the ground of arts Your complements call your faith in question You may improve your vertue Death hath more doores than one Truth is a word that doth in every language relish well Play not too long upon my patience Mine eyes begin to summon me to sleepe Love is alwayes jealous In full fields the gleanings are allowed The end still crownes the deed Best natures are soonest wrought upon Where shall I borrow patience A storme is comming I must provide for harbor Man's right to every thing wains with his wealth 'T is a dangerous thing to steale prey from a Lyon The worst deeds are made good with good successe Flatterers looke like friends as wolves like dogs Misery of vertue ill is made good with worse A wronged hart will breake a rib of steele but vent it selfe You are a gulfe of all ingratitude Dishonest things have bitter rivers though delicious springs Truth is not made of glasse Princes discontents are like the flames of Etna not to be quench'd Pray yield my innocence justice Doe not inforce your merrits so your selfe Where medicines loath it grieves men to bee heal'd Danger alwayes haunts desert Submission is a full and compleat recompence Reward goes backward honour on his head We must to vertue for our guide resort Innovation is more dangerous than errour All faults are still-born that from greatness grow Frailty is fruitfull The height of love is still wonne with denyings Guilt carries feare with it Flattery like the plague pierceth unfelt Keepe not fire in your bosome lest it consume you You cherish a viper in your bosome which will destroy you The Politician or Machevilian covers hate with smiles A Politician must like lightning melt the very marrow yet not pierce the skinne An olde husband is good to make screene of to stand next the fire whilst his young wife sits behinde him and keeps a friends lips warme You with your hand turn Fortunes wheele about Vertue is the fountaine whence honour springs Let no mans birth be blemish to his worth We must give way to want 'T is manners to take kindnesse Necessity must be obeyed The feast of Marriage is not lust but love When Cynthia's pride 's at full she waynes againe Death is the greatest Monarch in the world Love is a

VVits Labyrinth OR A briefe and compendious Abstract of most witty ingenious wise and learned SENTENCES and PHRASES Together with some hundreds of most pithy facetious and patheticall complementall Expressions Collected compiled and set forth for the benefit pleasure or delight of all but principally the English Nobility and GENTRY Aut prodesse aut delectare potest By I. S. GENT. LONDON Printed for M. Simmons 1648. TO The Illustrious and Generous the Nobility and Gentry of the Kingdom of England I. S. wisheth all encrease of Honour Happinesse and Prosperity Right Honourable I Know it will appear strange preposterous to many to see a Poem of this nature in these distracted and confused times when scarce the iron hand of Warre is ceast but like a fearefull and prodigious Commet stil hangs over us threatning ruine and destruction to this royall Kingdome set forth to the view and Censure of the World For noble Gentlemen I must ingenuously confesse it had beene much more sutable to the Times had it had its birth in our Halcyon dayes when blest peace and prosperity reigned in our happy Albion but since 't is so unhappy to breathe life in this unnaturall age let it begge your favourable and candid censures not of Abortive but a Posthumus And now to vindicate my self from foule detraction which the envious and carying Zoylusses Momusses of all ages by their virulent tongues pens to prejudice and traduce the workes of others have too frequently but most falsely cast upon Writers I shall endeavour to give you some satisfactory reasons of publishing this my Pamphlet As first because I never heard or read of any booke of this subject set forth in the English tongue although in all other languages they are most frequent The next is for the benefit pleasure or delight of the Reader especially now in these sad and disconsolate times it being a great refreshment and recreation to the minde of man by way of divertion to take him off from the consideration of these danger-threatning times and entertaine his thoughts sometimes with sweete variety of matter according to that saying Interpone tuis interdum gaudea curis ut posses animo quemvis sufferre laborem And lastly although this Poem is but a collection of divers sentences phrasers c. as appeareth in the Title not methodically composed or digested it being unpossible in a subject of this nature so to doe but promiscously intermixt with variety and delight which many yeares since in times of my better prosperity I gathered out of some hundreds of Authors never having the least thought of putting it to Presse Yet now by the importunity or rather the commands of some noble friends to whose endearements for their noble favours I owe my gratitude I have adventured or rather presumed under your noble patronage and protection to put it into print And noble Gentlemen let mee indulge your favours not to reade it with prejudicate opinions for then I know you will doome it to scorne and your contempt but that you will behold it with a gracious and favourable aspect rather pittying then censuring the Author and where you finde it worthlesse and unusefull you would bury it in the Ocean of your goodness thereby you will oblige me for to be Your Honours in all humble observance and duty I. S. A Briefe and compendious abstract of most witty Ingenious wise and learned SENTENCES and PHRASES Vertue illustrates true Nobility Bounty and mercy grace Nobility Bounti 's the badge of true Nobility Reputation is the soule of Honour THE sicknesse of the bodie oft-times proves physick to the soule Afflictions are preparatives for grace Vertu 's more worth then all the hidden treasures of the earth Mercie 's the object of a Christian Sinne and grace are incompatible This world 's a moment to eternity All earthly treasures are but vanities Heaven is the object of the soule of man Content is the crown of earthly happinesse Vertue and grace runne parallel with Heaven All qualities that spring from vertue have their reward Where beauty is there needs no other plea Riches are lent for to relieve the poor He that relieves the poor gives almes to Heaven Bounty and liberality consists not in feasting the rich but feeding the poore Hee that contemns the poore may forget Heaven The rich mans bounty is the poore mans Exchequer To feede the hungry cloath the naked and relieve the poore is a Sacrifice heaven is well pleased with The sicknesse of age is avarice the errours of youth profanenesse The memory of past misfortunes augments the present happinesse Revenge sweetens disgrace Innocence is the safest armour Storms divided abate their force Melancholy is the nurse of frenzie Worth should ever be admired and vertue lov'd Conquests hard got are sweete and glorious Let vertue be the object of your will Desperate torments must have desperate cures Mans greatest extreamity is Heavens best opportunity Grant mee gracious heaven the head of Solomon and the heart of David He is Master of any mans life that contemnes his owne Whosoever writes a modern history and follows truth too neare the heeles it may chance strike out his teeth No man can so change himself but that his heart may bee sometimes seene at his tongues end The minde ought to have reason to remember that passion ought to be her vassall not her Master Hee 's of a poore spirit that declines every mans anger The covetous man relishes any thing that comes of free cost Money comes neere the nature of a spirit it is so subtle it opens lockes drawes curtaines buyes wit sells honestly Affection flowes uncompelled Your feares abuse you Shew not a guilt of so much weakenesse in you It is in vaine to interrupt our fate What is decreed above becomes not mortalls to dispute Redeeme your selfe to liberty againe Ambition like a torrent ne're lookes back Ambition is the last affection a great minde can put off Let not faith seeme cheaper for springing out of penitence The dignity of truth is lost by much protesting few are vertuous when reward 's away They are petty crimes are punish't great rewarded Attempts begun with danger still end with glory As crimes doe grow justice should rowze her selfe Better thy fortunes should forsake thee then thy vertues Let falshood flee thy breast Let not hatred harbour in thy bosome Adde not to the ill you have done Resolution ever waits the noble mind Obey necessity and lick the Lyons feet till happier times By your delayes you hasten miseries Betray not your selfe to filthy lust or base contempt Let revenge sleepe Laugh not at aged sorrow Destract not from your self Sell not your liberty Sell not your soul for such a vanity as eye-pleasing beauty Make tryall of your vertues No hell so low which lust and women cannot lead unto Into how sad a toyle ambition and swift ryot run into when mean content sits low happy and secure No course that 's violent can

of death hath ceaz'd him The snake hath cast his skin As swift as thought Eolus defend us from these stormes The Jewell that 's enjoy'd is not esteem'd True beauty yet was never mercilesse Who most doe love must seeme most to neglect Night nor sleep are nor more silent If a man halt but once in his estate friendship will prove but broken crutches to him Night with her black steeds drawes up the day They deafen aire with their loud exclaims In warres is wealth and honour to be wonne Mourning for the absent is like sorrowing for the dead Outward shewes expresse not alwayes truth Imagination doth not ever faile Sparks of honour will burst into flames A Princes greatest glory is but a cloudy mist Princes with their lookes engender feare I love to heare vice anatomiz'd Observe him as the watch observes the clock There 's nothing Roman in him Ambition makes more trusty slaves then need When power that may command doth much descend their bondage whom it stoopes too it intends It is not safe to inforce a Soverainges eare Princes heare well if they at all will heare Wrath covered carries fate with it Revenge is lost if men professe they hate It is not safe the children draw long breath that are provoked by a parents death Thunder speakes not till it hit None sooner are opprest then they whom confidence betrayes to rest All power is to be fear'd where 't is too much Age in all things breeds neglect Wolves doe change their haire but not their hearts Take heed of whispering your thoughts There is no losse nor shame in providence He threatens many that hath injur'd one Your fraud is worse to me then violence You strive to make him guilty whom you have foredoom'd Your thoughts looke through your words The coward and the valiant man must fall The times are sicke when vertue cannot safely bee advanc'd Who nourisheth a Lyon must obey him A Princes power makes all his actions good Princes agents are like dumb instruments to doe but not enquire Princes intents are to be serv'd not search't The way to rise is to obey and please No innocence is safe when power contests What wee doe know will come wee should not feare 'T is hard when ignorance is scarcely innocent A good man rather must sit downe with losse than rise unjust 'T is place not blood discernes the noble and the base Night hath many eyes whereof though most doe sleepe yet some are spies 'T is now about the noone of night He well doth give where merit meets his bounty Injuries neglected finde their owne grave The punishment of writers augments the reputation of his workes The first crime is the bridge to all succeeding ones When a woman hath lost her chastity shee hath no more to lose Where distrust begins there friendship ends There 's nothing in man but his ambition that waxeth not olde Great matters should bee sooner done than disputed of 'T is more honour to give than to receive When the service is so great that it cannot well be recompenc'd it makes him that hath done it odious and troublesome Princes had rather give to oblige than to acquire themselves by rewarding Patience too much wrong'd turnes to fury Providence is the safest shield against the threats of fortune That power can never bee well us'd that is ill got 'T is hard to judge of a mans felicity before his death That favour that is acquired by merit or good fortune is conserv'd by modesty and lost by insolence Vertue wheresoever found is honourable Fortune attend me as my ends are just Suffer mine eyes for to discourse my griefes Vertue and grace are alwayes pair'd together Braine is the mother of invention Kill this monster griefe True worth scornes to turne Camelion When beautie 's withered lustfull love growes cold Your guilt keepes ope your eyes Midnight's the generall Bawde to the whole world Nimble prevention out-runs woe 'T is rare to finde a woman chaste and faire Destruction though delaid yet 's deadly sure The blessed man is absolutely rich As secret as calme silence or the night Anothers losse makes many fortunate In sicknesse an associate helps disease Envi's the common traytor to Estate That man 's to lethergy condemn'd that takes a Politician to his friend To suffer wrong inflames revenge A pregnant pupill thrives without a tutor An hypocrites heart is like a deceitfull spunge The sunne at his departure seem'd to smile Mischiefe like mighty waves ne're comes alone Place cannot change the nature of good things Innocence is resolutions ground Let affection be your servant will your slave passion your drudge The Foord is shallowest where the streame doth roare Hearts are small things but infinite in desires The head-strong windes doe rage with hideous stormes The fearefull Sunne descends as red as blood There is no hell to an aspiring minde All strive to have but few for to deserve What horrour and affrightment ceaseth me The sun will blush for to behold such guilt Man is the pride of heavens creation Let not clouds of passion choake your reason Nothing deforms a man so much as sinne When black hands are lift up heaven hath no feeling Death could not speake a word more fatall to mee Just heaven will ne're forsake the innocent Griefe's weight is eas'd when each one beares his part Ignorance doth not alwayes strut in sattin it oft-times walkes a Clergy pace in blacke The Foxe will have his prey before the Lyon Words are ayery shades they are deedes that please Wealth is abus'd when it conducts to hell He 's blest that to bee rich can give consent with honesty or rest poore with content Let mercy lodge within your gentle breast What ground for this suspition finde your thoughts Our heads cut ayre and yet our hearts plough earth Murther from Heavens eye cannot be conceal'd Vaine thoughts will flatter you Passion must vent it selfe in speech or teares Too much indulgence is not love but hate The body hath no sicknesse like the minde You hugge your hopes as a politician his ayery plots Murther like your Jesuite doth whisper death in silence The Vsurer whilst his interest money in doth trole cares not to lose the principall his soule Murther will out though by the actors mouth Rich men as well as poore must turne to dust Gold 's the world's Idoll Gold is the young man's whore the olde man's saint Ignorance is foe to arts You put into a sea you cannot ●ound Harke how the sound of horrour beates the ayre The Alpine snow at the sunne beames doth melt 'T is vanity to quarrell with your destiny Who seemes most crafty proves oft-times most foole Mercy is Nobilities true badge The Raven doth not hatch a larke Did ever Raven sing so like a Larke Sorrow conceal'd doth burn the heart to cynders The Firmament hath not more Sunnes than one Friends should associate friends in griefe and woe Trust him by leasure that deceiv'd thee once Your