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From the crown of the head to the sole of the foot.1

The Honest Man's Fortune. Act ii. Sc. 2. One foot in the grave.? The Little French Lawyer. dct i. Sc. 1. Go to grass.

Act iv. Sc. 7. There is no jesting with edge tools.

Ibid. Though I say it that should not say it.

Wit at Several Weapons. Act ii. Sc. 2. I name no parties.*

Sc. 3. Whistle, and she'll come to you."

Wit Without Money. Act iv. Sc. 4. Let the world slide.

Act v. Sc. 2. The fit's upon

now ! Come quickly, gentle lady; The fit's upon me now.

Sc. 4. He comes not in


The Widow. Act i. Sc. 1. Death hath so many doors to let out life.S

The Customs of the Country. Act ii. Sc. 2. Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love Pity's the straightest.' The Knight of Malta. Act i. Sc. 1. Nothing can cover his high fame but heaven; No pyramids set off his memories, But the eternal substance of his greatness, To which I leave him.

The False One. Act ii. Sc. 1.

i See Shakespeare, page 51.

2 An old doting fool, with one foot already in the grave. — PLUTARCH : On the Training of Children.

3 It is no jesting with edge tools. The True Tragedy of Richard III. (1594.)

4 The use of "party" in the sense of ". person occurs in the Book of Common Prayer, More's “ Utopia," Shakespeare, Ben Jonson, Fuller, and other old English writers.

6 Whistle, and I'll come to ye. — Burns : Whistle, etc. 6 See Shakespeare, page 72.

7 See Shakespeare, page 50. 8 See Webster, page 180. 9 Pity's akin to love. SOUTHERNE: Oroonoka, act ii. sc. 1.

Pitv swells the tide of love. Young : Night Thoughts, night iii. line 107.

Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother."

Love's Cure, Act ii. Sc. 2. What's one man's poison, signor, Is another's meat or drink.”

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Primrose, first-born child of Ver,
Merry springtime's harbinger.

The Two Noble Kinsmen. Act i. Sc. 1.

O great corrector of enormous times,
Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider
Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood
The earth when it is sick, and curest the world
O'the pleurisy of people!

Act v. Sc. 1.

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Shall I, wasting in despair,

Die because a woman's fair ?
Or make pale my cheeks with care,

'Cause another's rosy are ?
Be she fairer than the day,
Or the flowery meads in May,

If she be not so to me,
What care I how fair she be ? 3

The Shepherd's Resolution.
Jack shall pipe and Gill shall dance.

Poem on Christmas.
Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat,
And therefore let's be merry.



1 But strive still to be a man before your mother. - CowPER : Connois

Motto of No. iii. 2 Quod ali cibus est aliis fuat acre venenum (What is food to one may be fierce poison to others). — LUCRETIUS : iv. 637.

3 See Raleigh, page 26. 4 See Jonson, page 177.

Though I am young, I scorn to flit
On the wings of borrowed wit.

The Shepherd's Hunting.
And I oft have heard defended,
Little said is soonest mended.

And he that gives us in these days
New Lords may give us new laws.

Contented Man's Morrice.

THOMAS HOBBES. 1588-1679.

For words are wise men's counters, – they do but reckon by them; but they are the money of fools.

The Leviathan. Part i. Chap. iv. No arts, no letters, no society, and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death, and the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.

Chap. xviii.

THOMAS CAREW. 1589-1639.

He that loves a rosy cheek,

Or a coral lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seek

Fuel to maintain his fires,
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.

Disdain Returned.
Then fly betimes, for only they
Conquer Love that run away.

Conquest by Flight.
An untimely grave.1 On the Duke of Buckingham.
The magic of a face.

Epitaph on the Lady S—.

1 An untimely grave.

TATE AND BRADY: Psalm vii.

WILLIAM BROWNE. 1590–1645.


Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.

Britannia's Pastorals. Book i. Song 2. Did therewith bury in oblivion.

Book ii. Song 2. Well-languaged Daniel.


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Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones, come and buy!


ask me where
They do grow, I answer, there,
Where my Julia's lips do smile, -

There's the land, or cherry-isle. Cherry Ripe.
Some asked me where the rubies grew,

And nothing I did say;
But with my finger pointed to
The lips of Julia.

The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls.
Some asked how pearls did grow, and where?

Then spoke I to my girl
To part her lips, and showed them there
The quarelets of pearl.

A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness.

Delight in Disorder.
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat;
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility,
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.


1 See Bacon, page 170.

You say to me-wards your affection 's strong;
Pray love me little, so you love me long?

Love me Litlle, Love me Long.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

Old Time is still a-flying,
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying 2

To the Virgins to make much of Time.
Fall on me like a silent dew,

Or like those maiden showers
Which, by the peep of day, do strew
A baptism o'er the flowers.

To Music, to becalm his Fever,
Fair daffadills, we weep to see

You haste away so soon:
As yet the early rising sun
Has not attained his noon.

To Daffadills.
Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.3

Sorrows Succeed.
Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep

A little out, and then,
As if they played at bo-peep,
Did soon draw in again.

To Mistress Susanna Southwell.
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The shooting-stars attend thee;

And the elves also,

Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.

The Night Piece to Julia. i See Marlowe, page 41. 2 Let us crown ourselves with rose-buds, before they be withered. Wisdom of Solomon, ii. 8.

Gather the rose of love whilest yet is time. — SPENSER : The Faerie Queene, book ii. canto xii. stanza 75. 3 See Shakespeare, page 143.

4 Her feet beneath her petticoat
Like little mice stole in and out.

SUCKLING : Ballad upon a Wedding.

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