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Have paid scot and lot there any time this eighteen.
Act iv. Sc. v.
There shall 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,
That old bald cheater, Time.
The world knows only two, that's Rome and I.
Courses even with the sun
The Poetaster. Acti. Sc. 1.
Preserving the sweetness of proportion and expressing itself beyond expression. The Masque of Hymen.
Sejanus. Act v. Sc. 1.
Epitaph on Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland.
Whilst that for which all virtue now is sold,
The Gipsies Metamorphosed.
Epistle to Elizabeth L. H.
1 There is no love lost between us. CERVANTES: Don Quixote, part ii. chap. xxxiii.
2 A translation from Bonnefonius.
8 The flattering, mighty, nay, almighty gold. WOLCOT: To Kien Long, Ode iv.
Almighty dollar. - IRVING: The Creole Village.
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage,
Small Latin, and less Greek.
He was not of an age, but for all time.
Sweet swan of Avon!
To the Memory of Shakespeare.
Marlowe's mighty line.
For a good poet's made as well as born.
The Forest. To Celia.
2 Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh
A little nearer Spenser, to make room
For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb.
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.
BASSE: On Shakespeare.
8 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 be sealed of the Tribe of Ben.
Still may syllables jar with time,
Ibid. Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme.
In small proportion we just beauties see,
Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet.
I know death hath ten thousand several doors
'Tis just like a summer bird-cage in a garden, the 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,
And with leaves and flowers do cover
Act r. 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.
A wise man poor
Is like a sacred book that's never read,
And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds,
2 See Bacon, page 171.
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 Smooth at a distance, rough at hand.
As distant prospects please us, but when near
ROBERT HEGGE: On Love.
'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
GARTH: The Dispensatory, canto iii. line 27.
CAMPBELL: Pleasures of Hope, part i. line 7.
The best of men
That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer;
This principle is old, but true as fate, -
Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2.
Turn over a new leaf.4
To add to golden numbers golden numbers.
Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1.
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
GRAY: Elegy, stanza 14.