1

Let those that merely talk and never think,
That live in the wild anarchy of drink.

Underwoods. An Epistle, answering to One that asked to

be sealed of the Tribe of Ben. Still may syllabes jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme,

Resting never!

Ibid. Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme. In sınall proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be.

Ibid. To the immortal Memory of Sir Lucius Carg

and Sir Henry Morison. III. What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew ? "

Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet

I know death hath ten thousand several doors
For men to take their exit.3

Duchess of Half. Act iv. Sc. 2 'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden, - the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out.4

The White Deril. Act i. Sc. 2. Condemn you me for that the duke did love me? So may you blame some fair and crystal river For that some melancholic, distracted man Hath drown'd himself in 't.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

1 They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.

Prior : Upon a passage in the Scaligerana.
2 What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade ?

Pope: To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady 3 Death hath so many doors to let out life. – BEAUMONT AND FLETCUER : The Customs of the Country, act ii. sc. 2.

4 See Davies, page 176.

Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright,
But look'd too near have neither heat nor light."

The White Devil. Act it. Sc. 4.
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,
Since o'er shady groves they hover,
And with leaves and flowers do cover
The friendless bodies of unburied men.

Act v. Sc. 2. Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest

, old wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are

soundest.

Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2.

I saw him now going the way of all flesh.

Ibid.

THOMAS DEKKER.

--1641.

A wise man poor
Is like a sacred book that's never read,-
To himself he lives, and to all else seems dead.
This age thinks better of a gilded fool
Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school.

Oll Fortunalus.
And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds,
There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors.

Ibid.

1 The mountains, too, at a distance appear airy masses and smooth, but
when beheld close they are rough. – DIOGENES Laertius : Pyrrho.

Love is like a landscape which doth stand
Smooth at a distance, rough at hand.

ROBERT HEGGE : On Love,
We're charm'd with distant views of happiness,
But near approaches make the prospect less.

YALDEN : Against Enjoyment.
As distant prospects please us, but when near
We find but desert rocks and feeting air.

Garth : The Dispensatory, canto iii. line 27.
'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

CAMPBELL: Pleasures of Hope, part i. line 7 ? See Bacon, page 171.

The best of men
That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer;
A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit,
The first true gentleman that ever breathed.1

The Honest Whore. Part i. Act i. Sc. 12 I was ne'er so thrummed since I was a gentleman.”

Act iv. Sc. 2 This principle is old, but true as fate, Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.8

Sc. 4. We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.

Part ü. Act i. Sc. 2. Turn over a new leaf.4

Act ii, Sc. 1. To add to golden numbers golden numbers.

Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1. Honest labour bears a lovely face.

Ibid

BISHOP HALL. 1574-1656. Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues. Christian Moderation. Introduction.

Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.

Epistles. Dec. iii. Ep. 2. There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth, many a fair pearl laid up in the bosom of the sea, that never was seen, nor never shall be.

Contemplations. Book ir. The veil of Moses. 1 Of the offspring of the gentilman Jafeth come Habraham, Moyses, Aron, and the profettys ; also the Kyng of the right lyne of Mary, of whom that gentilman Jhesus was borne. — JULIANA BERNERS : Heraldic Blazonry.

2 See Shakespeare, page 78.

3 Cæsar said he loved the treason, but hated the traitor. – PLUTARCII : Life of Romulus. 4 See Middleton, page 174.

6 And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun.

Young : Night Thoughts, night v. line 718
6 Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark, infathomed caves of ocean bear.

GRAY : Elegy, stanza 14.

JOHN FLETCHER. 1576–1625.

Man is his own star; and the soul that can
Render an honest and a perfect man
Commands all light, all influence, all fate.
Nothing to him falls early, or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

Upon an “ Honest Man's Fortune."

All things that are
Made for our general uses are at war,
Even we among ourselves.

Ibid.
Man is his own star; and that soul that can
Be honest is the only perfect man.”

Ibid.
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that's gone;
Violets plucked, the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again.8

The Queen of Corinth. Act iü. Sc. 2.
O woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!

Monsieur Thomas. Act iii. Sc. 1. Let us do or die."

The Island Princess. Act ii. Sc. 4. Hit the nail on the head.

Lore's Cure. Act ii. Sc. 1.

1

xviii.

Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending on him in particular all his life long. — BURTON: Anatomy of Melancholy, part i. sect. 2, memb. 1, subsect. 2. Burton also quotes Anthony Rusca in this connection, v.

? An honest man 's the noblest work of God. — POPE : Essay on Man, epistle iv. line 248. Burns: The Cotter's Saturday Night.

8 Weep no more, Lady! weep no more,

Thy sorrow is in vain ;
For violets plucked, the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow again.

PERCY : Reliques. The Friar of Orders Gray. 4 Let us do or die. – BURNS : Bannockburn. CAMPBELL : Gertrude of Wyoming, part iii. stanza 37.

Scott says, “ This expression is a kind of common property, being the motto, we believe, of a Scottish family.” - Review of Gertrude, Scott's Miscellanies, vol. i. p. 153.

1

I find the medicine worse than the malady.

Love's Cure. Act iii Bc. 3. He went away with a flea in 's ear.

Sc. 3:
There's naught in this life sweet,
If man were wise to see 't,

But only melancholy;
O sweetest Melancholy ! ?

The Nice Valour. Act üi. Sc. $.
Fountain heads and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves.

Ibid.
Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow;
You shall perhaps not do't to-morrow.

The Bloody Brother. Act ä. Sc. 2.
And he that will to bed go sober
Falls with the leaf still in October.8

Tbich

Three merry boys, and three merry boys,

And three merry boys are we,
As ever did sing in a hempen string
Under the gallows-tree.

Act iii. Sc. 2
Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow

Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow

Ara of those that April wears !
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.5 Act o, Sc. 2

1 See Bacon, page 165.

2 Naught so sweet as melancholy. – Burton: Anatomy of Melancholy, Author's Abstract. & The following well-known catch, or glee, is formed on this song :

He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober,
Falls as the leaves do, and dies in October ;
But he who goes to bed, and goes to bed mellow,

Lives as he ought to do, and dies an honest fellow. 4 Three merry men be we.- PEELE : Old Wirts Tale, 1595. WEBSTEB (quoted): Westward lloe, 1607. 6 Sce Shakespeare, page 49