ABSTRACT
A full-hot horfe, who, being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him.
SCENE I V . Attion to be carricd on with Rs-
folntion.
If Pm traduc'd by tongues, which neither know My faculties, nor perfon ; yet will be The chronicles of my doing : let me fay, 'Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue muft go through : we muft not ftint Our necefiary attions, in the fear. T o cope malicious cenfurers: which ever, As rav'nous fifhes, do a vefiel follow That is new trimm'd: but benefit no further Than vainly longing. What we oft do beft, By fick interpreters, or weak ones, is Not ours, or not allow'd: what vvorft, as oft Hitting a grofler quality, is cry'd up For our beft aft: if we ftand flill, in fear, Our motion will be mock'd or carped at, We Ihould take root here, where we fit; or lit State-ftatues only.
