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To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares;
To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires;'
To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne,
To spend, to give, to want, to be undonne.
Unhappie wight, borne to desastrous end,
That doth his life in so long tendance spend !

Mother Hubberds Tale. Line 896

What more felicitie can fall to creature
Than to enjoy delight with libertie,
And to be lord of all the workes of Nature,
To raine in th' aire from earth to highest skie,
To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature.

Muiopotmos: or, The Fate of the Butterflie. Line 209.

I hate the day, because it lendeth light
To see all things, but not my love to see.

Daphnaida, v. 407.
Tell her the joyous Time will not be staid,
Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take.?

Amoretti, Lzz.
I was promised on a time
To have reason for my rhyme;
From that time unto this season,
I received nor rhyme nor reason.

Lines on his Proinised Pension."

1 Eat not thy heart ; which forbids to afflict our souls, and waste them with vexatious cares. — PLUTARCH : Of the Training of Chikiren.

But suffered idleness
To eat his heart away.

Bryant : Homer's Niad, book 1. line 319. 3 Take Time by the forelock. - Thales (of Miletus). 636-546 B. C.

8 Rhyme nor reason. -- Pierre Patelin, quoted by Tyndale in 1530. Farco du Vendeur des Lieures, sixteenth century. PEELE: Edward I. SHAKESPEARE : As You Like It, act iii. sc. 2; Merry Wives of Windsor, act v. sc. 5; Comedy of Errors, act ii. sc. 2.

Sir Thomas More advised an author, who had sent him his manuscript to read, “to put it in rhyme.” Which being done, Sir Thomas said, “ Yea, marry, now it is somewhat, for now it is rhyme; before it was neither rhyme nor reason."

4 FULLER : Worthies of Englanil, vol. i. p. 379.

Behold, whiles she before the altar stands,
Hearing the holy priest that to her speakes,
And blesseth her with his two happy hands.

Epithalamion. Line 223.

RICHARD HOOKER. 1553-1600.

Of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world. All things in heaven and earth do her homage

, — the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power.

Ecclesiastical Polity. Book i. That to live by one man's will became the cause of all

men's misery

Book i

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Cupid and my Campaspe play'd
At cards for kisses : Cupid paid.
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,
His mother's doves, and team of sparrows :
Loses them too.

Then down he throws
The coral of his lip, the rose
Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how);
With these, the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple on his chin:
All these did my Campaspe win.
At last he set her both his eyes :
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.

O Love! has she done this to thee?
What shall, alas ! become of me?

Cupid and Campaspe. Act üi. Sc. 5.

How at heaven's gates she claps her wings,
The morne not waking til she sings."

Cupid and Campaspe. Act v. Sc. 1. Be valyaunt, but not too venturous.

Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly.?

Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 39. Though the Camomill, the more it is trodden and pressed downe the more it spreadeth.3

Page 46. The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.

Page 47. I cast before the Moone.4

Page 78. It seems to me (said she) that you are in some brown study.

Page 80. The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble; & many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks."

Page 81. He reckoneth without his Hostesse.8 Love knoweth no lawes.

Page 84. Did not Jupiter transforme himselfe into the shape of Amphitrio to embrace Alcmæna; into the form of a swan to enjoy Leda; into a Bull to beguile Io; into a showre of gold to win Danae ? !

Page 93. 1 Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phæbus 'gins arise.

SHAKESPEARE : Cymbeline, act ii. sc. 3. 2 Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy.

SHAKESPEARE : Hamlet, act i. sc. 3. 3 The camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows. — SHAKESPEARE: i Henry IV. act . sc. 4.

4 See Heywood, page 11. 6 A brown study. — Swift : Polite Conversation. 6 Water continually dropping will wear hard rocks hollow. – PLUTARCH : Of the Training of Children.

Stillicidi casus lapidem cavat (Continual dropping wears away a stone). LUCRETIUS: i. 314.

? Many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.

SHAKESPEARE : 3 Henry VI. act ii. sc. 1. 8 See Heywood, page 12.

9 Jupiter himself was turned into a satyr, a shepherd, a bull, a swan, a golden shower, and what not for love. — Burton : Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sec. ii. mem. i. subs. 1.

Lette me stande to the maine chance.

Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 104. I mean not to run with the Hare and holde with the Hounde.

Page 107. It is a world to see.8

Page 116. There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.

Euphues and his Euphæbus, page 153. A clere conscience is a sure carde. Euphues, page 207. As lyke as one pease is to another.

Page 215. Goe to bed with the Lambe, and rise with the Larke.

Euphues and his England, page 229. A comely olde man as busie as a bee.

Page 252. Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are commonly fortunate.

Page 279. Where the streame runneth smoothest, the water is

Page 287. Your eyes are so sharpe that you cannot onely looke through a Milstone, but cleane through the minde.

Page 289. glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his

Page 308. A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne. 8

Page 314.


I am


Hudibras, part ii. canto ii.
2 See Heywood, page 12.

The main chance. — SILAKESPEARE: 1 Henry VI. act i. sc. 1. BUTLER:

DRYDEN : Persius, satire vi.

4 See Heywood, page 17., 6 This is a sare card.

Thersytes, circa 1550. To rise with the lark and go to bed with the lamb. — BRETON: Court and Country, 1618 (reprint, page 182).

Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed. - HURDIS : The Village Curate,

7 See Raleigh, page 25.

canto již. st. 1.

The rose is fairest when 't is budding new. - Scott: Lady of the Lake,


Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge.

Defence of Poesy. He cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth chil. dren from play, and old men from the chimney-corner.

Ibid. I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet.

Ibid. High-erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy.'

Arcadia. Book i. They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts."

Ibid. Many-headed multitude."

Book ü. My dear, my better half.

Book iii. Fool! said my muse to me, look in thy heart, and write."

Astrophel and Stella, i. Have I caught my heav'nly jewel." Ibid. Second Song.

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A drunkard clasp his teeth and not undo 'em,
To suffer wet damnation to run through 'em.

The Revenger's Tragedy. Act iii. Sc. 1.

1 Great thoughts come from the heart. — VAUVENARGUES: Maxim cxxvii. 2 He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts. — FLETCHER: Love's Cure, act iii. sc. 3. 8 Many-headed multitude. SHAKESPEARE : Coriolanus, act ü. sc. 3.

This many-headed monster, Multitude. — DANIEL: Alistory of the Civil War, book ii. st. 13.

4 Look, then, into thine heart and write. — LONGFELLOW: Voices of the Night. Prelude.

6 Quoted by Shakespeare in Merry Wives of Windsor. 6 Distilled damnation. — ROBERT Hall (in Gregory's “ Life of Hall ")

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