Had in him those brave translunary things
That the first poets had.

(Said of Marlowe.) To Henry Reynolds, of Poets and Poesy.
For that fine madness still he did retain
Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.

Ibid.
The coast was clear.1

Nymphidia.
When faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And innocence is closing up his eyes,
Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over,
From death to life thou might'st him yet recover.

Ideas. An Allusion to the Eaglets. li.

CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. 1565-1593.

*Comparisons are odious.”

Lust's Dominion Act iii. Sc. 4.
I'm armed with more than complete steel,
The justice of my quarrel.*

Ibid.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? 4

Hero and Leander.
Come live with me, and be my love;
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.

The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.

1 SOMERVILLE: The Night-Walker.
9 See Fortescue, page 7.

8 Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,

And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

SHAKESPEARE: Henry VI. act iïi. sc. 2. • The same in Shakespeare's As You Like It. Compare Chapman,

page 35

Act io.

Faustuse

By shallow rivers, to whose falls 1
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

The Passionate Shepherd to his Love
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies.

Ibid. Infinite riches in a little room. The Jew of Malta. Act i. Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

lbid. Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; 2 that is, more knave than fool. Act i Love me little, love me long.

When all the world dissolves,
And every creature shall be purified,
All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss !
Her lips suck forth my soul : * see, where it flies !
0, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,
And burnèd is Apollo's laurel bough,
That sometime grew within this learned man.

1 To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sings madrigals ;
There will we make our peds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies.
SHAKESPEARE: Merry Wives of Windsor, act iü.

sc. i. (Sung by Evans). * Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves. Matthew

Ibid.

*. 16.

3 See Heywood, page 16.

4 Once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips.

TENNYSON : Fatima, stanza 3.
50, withered is the garland of the war !
The soldier's pole is fallen.

SHAKESPEARE: Antony and Cleopatra, act iv. sc. 13. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.

(From the text of Clark and Wright.) I would fain die a dry death. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.

Ibid.
What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time ?

Sc. 2.
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness and the bettering of my mind.

Ibid.

Like one
Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie.

Ibid.

My library
Was dukedom large enough.

Ibia.
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom. .

Ibid.
From the still-vexed Bermoothes.

Ibid.
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.

Ibid.
Fill all thy bones with aches.

Ibid.
Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands :
Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd
The wild waves whist.

Ibid.
Full fathom five thy father lies;

Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes :

Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.

Ibid

The fringed curtains of thine

eye

advance.

The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2 There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple : If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

Ibid. Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life. Ant. True; save means to live.

Act i. Sc. 1. A very ancient and fish-like smell.

Sc. 2. Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

Ibid. Fer. Here's

my

hand. Mir. And mine, with my heart in 't.

Act üi. Sc. 1. He that dies pays all debts.

Sc. 2. A kind Of excellent dumb discourse.

Sc. 3. Deeper than e'er plummet sounded.

Ibid. Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air : And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

Act iv. Sc. 1. With foreheads villanous low.

Ibid.
Deeper than did ever plummet sound
I'll drown

my
book.

Act v. Sc. 1.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie.

Ibrd Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

Ibidh

Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.

The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 1. I have no other but a woman's reason : I think him so, because I think him so.

Sc. 2. 0, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day!

Sc. 3. And if it please you, so; if not, why, so. Act ii. Sc. 1. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face,' or a weathercock on a steeple.

Ibid.
She is mine

own,
And I as rich in having such a jewel
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

Sc. 4.
He makes sweet music with th' enameli'd stones,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage.

Sc. 7. That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. Act iü. Sc. 1. Except I be by Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale.

Ibid. A man I am, cross'd with adversity.

Act iv. Sc. 1. Is she not passing fair ?

Sc. 4. How use doth breed a habit in a man ! ?

Act v. Sc. 4. O heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect.

Ibid. Come not within the measure of my wrath.

Ibid. I will make a Star-chamber matter of it.

The Merry Wires of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1. All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.

Ibid.

1 As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face. - BURTox: Anatomy of Melancholy, part ii. sect. 3, memb. 4, subsect. 1.

2 Custom is almost second nature. - PLUTARCH: Preservation of Health