To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares; Mother Hubberds Tale. Line 895 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, I hate the day, because it lendeth light Tell her the joyous Time will not be staid, Daphnaida, v. 407. I was promised on a time Amoretti, lxx. Lines on his Promised Pension. 1 Eat not thy heart; which forbids to afflict our souls, and waste them with vexatious cares. — PLUTARCH: Of the Training of Children. But suffered idleness To eat his heart away. BRYANT: Homer's Iliad, book 1. line 319. 2 Take Time by the forelock.-THALES (of Miletus). 636-546 B. C. 8 Rhyme nor reason. -- Pierre Patelin, quoted by Tyndale in 1530. Farce du Vendeur des Lieures, sixteenth century. PEELE: Edward 1. 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 England, vol. ii. p. 379. Behold, whiles she before the altar stands, 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 JOHN LYLY. Circa 1553-1601. Cupid and my Campaspe play'd He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how); With these, the crystal of his brow, Cupid and Campaspe. Act iii. Sc. 5. How at heaven's gates she claps her wings, Cupid and Campaspe. Act v. Sc. 1. Be valyaunt, but not too venturous. bee comely, but not costly.2 Though the Camomill, the more it is trodden and Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 39. 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.* 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." 6 Page 81. Page 84. He reckoneth without his Hostesse.8 Love knoweth no lawes. Did not Jupiter transforme himselfe into the shape of Amphitrio to embrace Alcmana; into the form of a swan to enjoy Leda; into a Bull to beguile Io; into a showre of gold to win Danae ?? 1 Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, Page 93. 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 ii. sc. 4. 4 See Heywood, page 11. A brown study. - SWIFT: Polite Conversation. 6 Water continually dropping will wear hard rocks hollow. Of the Training of Children. PLUTARCH: Stillicidi casus lapidem cavat (Continual dropping wears away a stone). LUCRETIUS: i. 314. 7 Many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak. 8 See Heywood, page 12. SHAKESPEARE: 3 Henry VI. act ii. sc. 1. 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.1 Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 104. I mean not to run with the Hare and holde with the Hounde.2 It is a world to see.3 Page 107. Page 116. There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.1 Euphues and his Euphœbus, page 153. A clere conscience is a sure carde.5 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 deepest.? Your Page 287. eyes are so sharpe that you cannot onely looke through a Milstone, but cleane through the minde. Page 289. I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head. Page 308. Page 314. A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne. 8 1 The main chance. — SHAKESPEARE: 1 Henry VI. act i. sc. 1. Butler: - Hudibras, part ii. canto ii. 2 See Heywood, page 12. 3 'Tis a world to see. DRYDEN: Persius, satire vi. - SHAKESPEARE: Taming of the Shrew, act ii. sc. 1. 4 See Heywood, page 17. 5 This is a sure 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. Curate. 7 See Raleigh, page 25. 8 The rose is fairest when 't is budding new. canto iii. st. 1. -- - HURDIS: The Village - SCOTT: Lady of the Lake, SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. 1554-1586. 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.1 Arcadia. Book i. They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts. Ibid. Book ii. Book iii. Fool! said my muse to me, look in thy heart, and A drunkard clasp his teeth and not undo 'em, The Revenger's Tragedy. Act iii. Sc. 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 i. sc. 3. This many-headed monster, Multitude. DANIEL: History 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. ROBERT HALL (in Gregory's "Life of Hall") |