DISGRACE
Could he with reason murmur at his case,
Himself sole author of his own disgrace?
Id demum est homini turpe, quod meruit pati.
That only is a disgrace to a man which he has deserved to suffer.
Hominum immortalis est infamia;
Etiam tum yivit, cum esse credas mortuam.
Disgrace is immortal, and living even when one thinks it dead.
And wilt thou still be hammering treachery,
To tumble down thy husband and thyself
From top of honour to disgrace's feet?
DISSENSION
(See also Contention, Quarreling)
Have always been at daggers-drawing,
And one another clapper-clawing.
That each pull'd different ways with many an oath,
"Arcades ambo," id est—blackguards both.
Dissensions, like small streams, are first begun,
Scarce seen they rise, but gather as they run:
So lines that from their parallel decline,
More they proceed the more they still disjoin.
And bitter waxed the fray;
Brother with brother spake no word
When they met in the way.
An old affront will stir the heart
Through years of rankling pain.
Alas! how light a cause may move
Dissension between hearts that love!
Hearts that the world in vain had tried,
And sorrow but more closely tied;
That stood the storm when waves were rough,
Yet in a sunny hour fall off.
Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell
Civil dissension is a viperous worm
That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.
If they perceive dissension in our looks
And that within ourselves we disagree, ,
How will their grudging stomachs be provoked
To wilful disobedience and rebel!
Discord, a sleepless hag who never dies,
With Snipe-like nose, and Ferret-glowing eyes,
Lean sallow cheeks, long chin with beard supplied,
Poor crackling joints, and wither'd parchment hide,
As if old Drums, worn out with martial din,
Had clubb'd their yellow Heads to form her Skin.
DISTRUST
Usurpator diffida
Di tutti sempre.
A usurper always distrusts the whole world.
When desperate ills demand a speedy cure,
Distrust is cowardice, and prudence folly.
Three things a wise man will not trust,
The wind, the sunshine of an April day,
And woman's plighted faith.
DOCTRINE
For his religion, it was fit
To match his learning and his wit;
'Twas Presbyterian true blue;
For he was of that stubborn crew
Of errant saints, whom all men grant
To be the true Church Militant;
Such as do build their faith upon
The holy text of pike and gun;
Decide all controversies by
Infallible artillery;
And prove their doctrine orthodox,
By Apostolic blows and knocks.
What makes all doctrines plain and clear?—
About two hundred pounds a year.
And that which was prov'd true before
Prove false again? Two hundred more.
