And search through all the Secrets of my Soul._

Or these of _Brutus_, when he receives the News of his Wife's Death:

Brutus. _Now, as you are a_ Roman, _tell me true._

Messala. _Then like a_ Roman _bear the Truth I tell;
For certain she is dead, and by strange manner._

Brutus. _Why farewel_ Portia.--_We must die,_ Messala.
_With meditating that she must die once,
I have the Patience to endure it now._

Or these noble ones of _Titinius_, when he stabs himself:

_By your leave Gods--this is a_ Roman's _Part._

It is not that which is called Wit, but what is sublime and noble that
makes true Beauty.

I have purposely chose these Examples from good Authors, that they may
be the more striking; and I speak not of those Points and Quibbles,
whose Impropriety is easily perceiv'd. There is no one but laughs when
_Hotspur_ says,

_Why, what a deal of candied Courtesie
This fawning Greyhound then did proffer me!
Look, when his infant Fortune came to Age,
And gentle_ Harry Percy--_and kind Cousin_--_The
Devil take such Cozeners_.--