Have paid scot and lot there any time this eighteen. Every Man in his Humour. Act iii. Sc. 3. Act iv. Sc. v. years. It must be done like lightning. There shall be no love lost.1 Every Man out of his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 1. Still to be neat, still to be drest, Epicone; Or, the Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1. Give me a look, give me a face, They strike mine eyes, but not my heart. That old bald cheater, Time. The world knows only two, that's Rome and I. Ibid. The Poetaster. Acti. Sc. 1. Whilst that for which all virtue now is sold, And almost every vice, almighty gold." Epistle to Elizabeth L. H. 1 There is no love lost between us. CERVANTES: Don Quixote, part ii. Drink to me only with thine eyes, Soul of the age, The Forest. To Celia. The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage, A little further, to make thee a room.2 To the Memory of Shakespeare. Small Latin, and less Greek. Ibid. He was not of an age, but for all time. Ibid. Sweet swan of Avon! Ibid. Marlowe's mighty line. Ibid. For a good poet's made as well as born. Ibid. Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another, Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke.3 1 Ἐμοὶ δὲ μόνοις πρέπινε τοῖς ὄμμασιν. . . . Εἰ δὲ βούλει, τοῖς χείλεσι προσφέρουσα, πλήρου φιλημάτων τὸ ἔκπωμα, καὶ οὕτως δίδου (Drink to me with your eyes alone. . . . And if you will, take the cup to your lips and fill it with kisses, and give it so to me). PHILOSTRATUS: Letter xxiv. 2 Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie A little nearer Spenser, to make room For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb. BASSE: On Shakespeare. 3 This epitaph is generally ascribed to Ben Jonson. It appears in the editions of his Works; but in a manuscript collection of Browne's poems preserved amongst the Lansdowne MS. No. 777, in the British Museum, it is ascribed to Browne, and awarded to him by Sir Egerton Brydges in his edition of Browne's poems. Let those that merely talk and never think, Underwoods. An Epistle, answering to One that asked to Still may syllables jar with time, Ibid. Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme. In small proportion we just beauties see, Ibid. To the immortal Memory of Sir Lucius Cary What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet. I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exit.3 Duchess of Malfi. Act iv. Sc 2. the "T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden, 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.* The White Devil. Act i. Sc. 2. Condemn you me for that the duke did love me? 1 They never taste who always drink ; Act iii. Sc. 2. PRIOR: Upon a passage in the Scaligerana. 2 What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade POPE: To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. 3 Death hath so many doors to let out life. - BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER : The Customs of the Country, act ii. sc. 2. 4 See Davies, page 176. Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, 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.2 Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2. I saw him now going the way of all flesh. Ibid. THOMAS DEKKER. A wise man poor Is like a sacred book that's never read, --1641. To himself he lives, and to all else seems dead. Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school. Old Fortunatus. And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, 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 We're charm'd with distant views of happiness, ROBERT HEGGE: On Love. YALDEN: Against Enjoyment. As distant prospects please us, but when near GARTH: The Dispensatory, canto iii. line 27. 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, CAMPBELL: Pleasures of Hope, part i. line 7. 2 See Bacon, page 171. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer; The Honest Whore. Part i. Act i. Sc. 12. I was ne'er so thrummed since I was a gentleman.2 This principle is old, but true as fate, Act iv. Sc. 2. Sc. 4. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2. 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.5 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. - PLUTARCH: Life of Romulus. 4 See Middleton, page 174. 5 And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. YOUNG: Night Thoughts, night v. line 718. 6 Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear. GRAY: Elegy, stanza 14. |