never changed countenance either for joy or grief, yet when his beloved Faustina died,
wept bitterly, and more then some thought was de∣cent: but his Friend Pius corrected the censo∣rious unnaturalnesse of those Bachilour standers by, with this, Permit him to be a man; neither Power nor Learning ought to cashier affection.
He deserves to be eternally in the horn-book, and never to come to the primer of Esteem, who can∣not water his plants, and his couch too, when he bids adieu to such a Companion, as with the fa∣mous Dutchess of Suffolk, will go a pilgrimage with her Mr. Berty,
and not think either her ho∣nour debased, or her life imbittered by such a wander, with her Love, and for her Religion. Nay, I will be no bail for his true answer of the Acton of Ingratitude brought against him, who hath now, heretofore had, or hereafter may have a Wife like that of Dionysius of Syracuse, who takes him for better, for worse,
and would be the companion of his Banishments, as she had been of his Greatness; and yet can bid her farewell with dry eyes, or an unbroken heart. Solomon, for all his Wisdom, and Caesar in spight of his manliest stomack, here bites the lip, and comes to this bar of tears, cry∣ing Guilty.
I have read of some that have dyed for Joy and Grief, for Love and Hatred; yea, so active are the Passions in us, that it is not only hard, but almost impossible to give man a better de∣finition then Passion. Not Passions then (sim∣ply,) but the exorbitancies of them are to be decryed, and suppressed.
I like not the frigidity of those whose resolves