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I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the wolf.

As night the life-inclining stars best shows,
So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Epilogue to Translations.

Promise is most given when the least is said.

Musaus of Hero and Leander.

WILLIAM WARNER. 1558-1609.

With that she dasht her on the lippes,
So dyed double red :

Hard was the heart that gave the blow,

Soft were those lips that bled.

Albion's England. Book viii. chap. xli. stanza 53.

We thinke no greater blisse then such
To be as be we would,

When blessed none but such as be

The same as be they should.

Book x. chap. lix. stanza 68.

SIR RICHARD HOLLAND.

O Douglas, O Douglas!
Tendir and trewe.

The Buke of the Howlat.

Stanza xxxi.

1 Dives and Pauper (1493). GASCOIGNE: Memories (1575). Fielding: Covent Garden Tragedy, act ii. sc. 6. BICKERSTAFF: Love in a Village,

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4 The allegorical poem of The Howlat was composed about the middle of the fifteenth century. Of the personal history of the author no kind of information has been discovered. Printed by the Bannatyne Club, 1823.

SIR JOHN HARRINGTON. 1561-1612.

Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason?
Why, if it prosper, none dare call it treason.1

Epigrams. Book iv. Ep. 5.

SAMUEL DANIEL. 1562-1619.

As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind
To look out thorough, and his frailty find.2

History of the Civil War. Book iv. Stanza 84.

Sacred religion! mother of form and fear.

Musophilus. Stanza 57.

And for the few that only lend their ear,
That few is all the world.

This is the thing that I was born to do.

And who (in time) knows whither we may vent

Stanza 97.

Stanza 100.

The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores

This gain of our best glory shall be sent

T'enrich unknowing nations with our stores?

What worlds in the yet unformed Occident

May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours? 3

Unless above himself he can

Erect himself, how poor a thing is man!

Stanza 163.

To the Countess of Cumberland. Stanza 12.

Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born.

1 Prosperum ac felix scelus Virtus vocatur

To Delia. Sonnet 51.

(Successful and fortunate crime is called virtue).

SENECA Herc. Furens, ii. 250.

2 The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd,
Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.
WALLER Verses upon his Divine Poesy.
BERKELEY: On the

3 Westward the course of empire takes its way. Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America.

MICHAEL DRAYTON. 1563-1631.

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

When faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And innocence is closing up his eyes,

Nymphidia.

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. lxi.

CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. 1565-1593.

Comparisons are odious.2

Lust's Dominion. Act iii. Sc. 4.

I'm armed with more than complete steel, -
The justice of my quarrel.3

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? 4

Ibid.

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.

1 SOMERVILLE: The Night- Walker.

2 See Fortescue, page 7.

The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.

3 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 iii. sc. 2.

4 The same in Shakespeare's As You Like It. Compare Chapman,

page 35.

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.

Infinite riches in a little room.

Ibid.

The Jew of Malta. Act i.

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

Ibid.

Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; 2 that is, more knave than fool.

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When all the world dissolves,

And every creature shall be purified,

All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

Act ii.

Act iv.

Faustus.

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!

Ibid.

Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air

Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Ibid.

Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough,5

That sometime grew within this learned man.

Ibid.

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 iii.

sc. i. (Sung by Evans).

2 Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves. Matthew

x. 16.

8 See Heywood, page 16.

4 Once he drew

With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips.

TENNYSON Fatima, stanza 3.

5 Oh, 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.

What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness and the bettering of my mind.

Like one

Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,

Ibid.

Sc. 2.

Ibid.

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