His helmet now shall make a hive for bees,
And lovers' songs be turned to holy psalms;
A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees,
And feed on prayers, which are old age's alms.
Sonnet. Polyhymnia.

My inerry, merry, merry roundelay

Concludes with Cupid's curse:
They that do change old love for new,
Pray gods, they change for worse!

Cupid's Curse.

SIR WALTER RALEIGH.

1552-1618.

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee, and be thy love.

The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd. Fain would I, but I dare not; I dare, and yet I may not; I may, although I care not, for pleasure when I play not.

Fain Would I

Passions are likened best to floods and streams:

The shallow

murmur, but the deep are dumb.1

Silence in love bewrays more woe
Than words, though ne'er so witty:
A beggar that is dumb, you know,
May challenge double pity.
Go, Soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless arrant :

Fear not to touch the best,

The truth shall be thy warrant :
Go, since I needs must die,
And give the world the lie.

The Silent Lover.

Ibid

The Lie.

1 Altissima quæque flumina minimo sono labi (The deepest rivers flow with the least sound).-Q. CURTIUS, vii. 4. 13.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. - SHAKESPEARE: ?

Henry VI. act iii. sc. i.

Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay.1

Verses to Edmund Spenser.

Cowards [may] fear to die; but courage stout,
Rather than live in snuff, will be put out.

On the snuff of a candle the night before he died. — Raleigh's
Remains, p. 258, ed. 1661.

Even such is time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust;
Who in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wandered all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days.

But from this earth, this grave, this dust,

My God shall raise me up, I trust!

Written the night before his death. — Found in his
Bible in the Gate-house at Westminster.

Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall.3

[History] hath triumphed over time, which besides it nothing but eternity hath triumphed over.

Historie of the World. Preface.

O eloquent, just, and mightie Death! whom none could advise, thou hast perswaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered,

1 Methought I saw my late espoused saint. - MILTON: Sonnet xxiii. Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne. - WORDSWORTH: Sonnet. 2 If she be not so to me,

What care I how fair she be?

George Wither: The Shepherd's Resolution.

8 Written in a glass window obvious to the Queen's eye. "Her Majesty, either espying or being shown it, did under-write, 'If thy heart fails thee, climb not at all.'"- FULLER: Worthies of England, vol. i. p. 419.

thou only hast cast out of the world and despised. Thou hast drawne together all the farre stretched greatnesse, all the pride, crueltie, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hic jacet!

O happy earth,

Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
The noblest mind the best contentment has.

A bold bad man.2

Her angels face,

As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright,
And made a sunshine in the shady place.
Ay me, how many perils doe enfold

The righteous man, to make him daily fall!3

As when in Cymbrian plaine,

St. 9.

St.35.

St. 37

Canto iii. St. 4.

Canto viii. St. 1.

An heard of bulles, whom kindly rage doth sting,
Doe for the milky mothers want complaine,
And fill the fieldes with troublous bellowing.

Entire affection hateth nicer hands.

St. 11.

St. 40.

And moralized his song.—POPE: Epistle to Arbuthnot. Line 340.

2 This bold bad man.—

SHAKESPEARE: Henry VIII. act ii. sc. 2.

MASSINGER: A New Way to Pay Old Debts, act iv. sc. 2.

8 Ay me! what perils do environ

The man that meddles with cold iron!

"Milky Mothers,"

SCOTT `

BUTLER: Hudibras, part i. canto iii. line 1

The Monastery, chap. xxviii.

-POPE: The Dunciad, book ii. line 247.

That darksome cave they enter, where they find
That cursed man, low sitting on the ground,
Musing full sadly in his sullein mind.

Faerie Queene. Canto ix. St. 35.

No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd,
No arborett with painted blossoms drest

And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd

To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.

Book ii. Canto vi. St. 12.

And is there care in Heaven? And is there love
In heavenly spirits to these Creatures bace?

Canto viii. St. 1.

How oft do they their silver bowers leave
To come to succour us that succour want!
Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound.

St. 2.

Canto xii. St. 70.

Through thick and thin, both over bank and bush,1
In hope her to attain by hook or crook.2

Book iii. Canto i. St. 17.

Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew,3
And her conception of the joyous Prime.

Canto vi. St. 3

Roses red and violets blew,

And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew.

St. 6.

Canto xi. St. 54.

Be bolde, Be bolde, and everywhere, Be bold.

Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled,
On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.

Book iv. Canto ii. St. 32.

1 Through thick and thin. - DRAYTON: Nymphidia. MIDDLETON: The Roaring Girl, act iv. sc. 2. KEMP: Nine Days' Wonder. BUTLER: Hudibras, part i. canto ii, line 370. DRYDEN: Absalom and Achitophel, part ii, line 414. POPE: Dunciad, book ii. CowPER: John Gilpin.

2 See Skelton, page 8.

3 The dew of thy birth is of the womb of the morning. - Psalm cx. 3, Book of Common Prayer.

4 De l'audace, encore de l'audace, et toujours de l'audace (Boldness, again boldness, and ever boldness). - DANTON: Speech in the Legislative Assembly, 1792.

For all that Nature by her mother-wit1

Could frame in earth. Faerie Queene. Book iv. Canto x. St. 21. Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.

Book v. Canto ii. St. 43.

Who will not mercie unto others show,
How can he mercy ever hope to have? 2

The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne;
For a man by nothing is so well bewrayed
As by his manners.

St. 42.

Book vi. Canto iii. St. 1.

For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,
And by eternall doome of Fate's decree,
Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.

Book vii. Canto vi. St. 33.

For of the soule the bodie forme doth take;
For soule is forme, and doth the bodie make.
An Hymne in Honour of Beautie. Line 132.

8

For all that faire is, is by nature good;
That is a signe to know the gentle blood.

To kerke the narre from God more farre,*
Has bene an old-sayd sawe;

And he that strives to touche a starre

Oft stombles at a strawe.

Line 139.

The Shepheardes Calender. July. Line 97.

Full little knowest thou that hast not tride,

What hell it is in suing long to bide:

To loose good dayes, that might be better spent;
To wast long nights in pensive discontent;

To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow;

To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.

! Mother wit. -MARLOWE: Prologue to Tamberlaine the Great, part 1 MIDDLETON: Your Five Gallants, act i. sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE: Taming of the Shrew, act ii. sc. 1.

2 Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy. Matthew v. 7. The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. SHAKE SPEARE: Measure for Measure, act iii. sc. 1.

4 See Heywood, page 12.