From the crown of the head to the sole of the foot.1 One foot in the grave.2 Go to grass. Act ii. Sc. 2. The Little French Lawyer. Act i. Sc. 1. 8 There is no jesting with edge tools. Ibid. Wit at Several Weapons. Act ii. Sc. 2. I name no parties.* Death hath so many doors to let out life. The Customs of the Country. Act ii. Sc. 2. Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love The Knight of Malta. Act i. Sc. 1. Nothing can cover his high fame but heaven; But the eternal substance of his greatness, 1 See Shakespeare, page 51. The False One. Act ii. Sc. 1. 2 An old doting fool, with one foot already in the grave. On the Training of Children. 3 It is no jesting with edge tools. (1594.) The True Tragedy of Richard III. 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. 5 Whistle, and I'll come to ye. 6 See Shakespeare, page 72. 8 See Webster, page 180. BURNS: Whistle, etc. 7 See Shakespeare, page 50. YOUNG: Night Thoughts, night iii. 9 Pity's akin to love. - SOUTHERNE: Oroonoka, act ii. sc. 1. Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.1 What's one man's poison, signor, Love's Cure. Act ii. Sc. 2. Primrose, first-born child of Ver, Act iii. Sc. 2. The Two Noble Kinsmen. Act i. Sc. 1. O great corrector of enormous times, Act v. Sc. 1. 1 But strive still to be a man before your mother. CoWPER: ConnoisMotto of No. iii. seur. 2 Quod ali cibus est aliis fuat acre venenum (What is food to one may be 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. 1 An untimely grave. - TATE AND BRADY: Psalm vii. WILLIAM BROWNE. 1590-1645. Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.1 Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, come and buy! Full and fair ones, They do grow, I answer, there, Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. Cherry Ripe. 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 Ibid. Delight in Disorder. Ibid. You say to me-wards your affection 's strong; Love me Little, Love me Long. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day To the Virgins to make much of Time. Fall on me like a silent dew, Or like those maiden showers To Music, to becalm his Fever. Fair daffadills, we weep to see You haste away so soon: Has not attained his noon. To Daffodills. Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.3 Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep A little out, and then,* As if they played at bo-peep, Did soon draw in again. Sorrows Succeed. To Mistress Susanna Southwell. Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting-stars attend thee; Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. 1 See Marlowe, page 41. The Night Piece to Julia. 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. 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. SPENSER: The Faerie SUCKLING Ballad upon a Wedding. |