_Mons._ Turn'd to earth, alive! Up man, the sunne shines on thee.
_Buss._ Let it shine: 55 I am no mote to play in't, as great men are.
_Mons._ Callest thou men great in state, motes in the sunne? They say so that would have thee freeze in shades, That (like the grosse Sicilian gurmundist) Empty their noses in the cates they love, 60 That none may eat but they. Do thou but bring Light to the banquet Fortune sets before thee And thou wilt loath leane darknesse like thy death. Who would beleeve thy mettall could let sloth Rust and consume it? If Themistocles 65 Had liv'd obscur'd thus in th'Athenian State, Xerxes had made both him and it his slaves. If brave Camillus had lurckt so in Rome, He had not five times beene Dictator there, Nor foure times triumpht. If Epaminondas 70 (Who liv'd twice twenty yeeres obscur'd in Thebs) Had liv'd so still, he had beene still unnam'd, And paid his country nor himselfe their right: But putting forth his strength he rescu'd both From imminent ruine; and, like burnisht steele, 75 After long use he shin'd; for as the light Not only serves to shew, but render us Mutually profitable, so our lives In acts exemplarie not only winne Our selves good names, but doe to others give 80 Matter for vertuous deeds, by which wee live.
_Mons._ Leave the troubled streames, And live where thrivers doe, at the well head.
_Buss._ At the well head? Alas! what should I doe With that enchanted glasse? See devils there? 85 Or (like a strumpet) learne to set my looks In an eternall brake, or practise jugling, To keep my face still fast, my heart still loose; Or beare (like dames schoolmistresses their riddles) Two tongues, and be good only for a shift; 90 Flatter great lords, to put them still in minde Why they were made lords; or please humorous ladies With a good carriage, tell them idle tales, To make their physick work; spend a man's life In sights and visitations, that will make 95 His eyes as hollow as his mistresse heart: To doe none good, but those that have no need; To gaine being forward, though you break for haste All the commandements ere you break your fast; But beleeve backwards, make your period 100 And creeds last article, "I beleeve in God": And (hearing villanies preacht) t'unfold their art, Learne to commit them? Tis a great mans part. Shall I learne this there?