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Of a high spirit, and some strong resolves.


 * The Primate. Humility and Lowliness are roots,

Better to grow young roses on than Pride, Which mounts too high, and bears at last bad fruit.


 * Honeybourne. An humble churchman never knew I yet,

Who was not, in his cowl, more blown with Pride, Than the most lusty layman. Well, say on; I will deny no premisses of yours, And think that for the Church they're sound enough. But Crook, nor Mitre, doth Queen Victa claim, Although her Sceptre o'ertops both, your Grace!


 * The Primate. If that the Parties, which distress the land,

Shall drop their strife, and raise the staff of peace, Then should I fear me less that ills will come From our Princess's sex and youthful years.


 * Honeybourne. Mean you the land, or they that live thereon?

The soil, or those who till it—which your care? Whig patriotism none can doubt;—our Queen, I promise you, shall be by us maintained Under such guardianship and safe control That no stray shaft shall touch her, or aimed blow; Safe, both her reputation and her life.


 * The Primate. I'll not discuss your fitness for the task;

Call no man happy—not before he's dead, Nor maiden virtuous, lest she's put to bed; And my Lord Honeybourne has yet to know How fertile scandals grow about a court, Or even round a Downing Street abode.


 * Earl of A. Is all hope gone then, for His Majesty,

May he not conquer yet his malady?