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That darksome cave they enter, where they find
That cursed man, low sitting on the ground,
Musing full sadly in his sullein mind.

Faerie Queene. Canto iz. St. 35.
No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd,
No arborett with painted blossoms drest
And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd
To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.

Book ii. Canto vi. St. 12. And is there care in Heaven ? And is there love In heavenly spirits to these Creatures bace ?

Canto viii. St. 1. How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us that succour want!

St. 2. Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound.

Canto xii. St. 70, Through thick and thin, both over bank and bush, In hope her to attain by hook or crook.?

Book ii. Canto i. St. 17. Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew, And her conception of the joyous Prime. Canto vi. St. 3.

Roses red and violets blew, And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew.

St. 6. Be bolde, Be bolde, and everywhere, Be bold.

Canto xi. St. 54. Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled, On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.

Book iv. Canto ii. St. 32.


1 Through thick and thin. - DRAYTOX: Nymphidia. MIDDLETON: The Roaring Girl, act ir. 86. 2. KEMP : Nine Days' Wonder. BUTLER: Hudibras, part i. canto ii. line 370. DRYDEN : Absalom and Achitophel, part ü. line 414. Pope: Dunciad, book ii. CowPER : John Gilpin.

2 See Skelton, sage 8.
3 The dew of thy birth is of the womb of the morning.

Psalm cx. 3, Book of Common Prayer.

4 De l'audace, encore de l'audace, et toujours de l'audace (Boldness, again boldness, and ever boldness). — DANTON : Speech in the Legislative Assembly, 1792.

For all that Nature by her mother-wit?
Could frame in earth.

Faerie Queene. Book iv. Canto x. St. 21. Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.

Book v.

Canto ii. St. 43. Who will not mercie unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have ? ?

St. 42. The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne; For a man by nothing is so well bewrayed As by his manners.

Book vi. Canto iii. St. 1. For we by conquest, of our soveraine miglit, And by eternall doome of Fate's decree, Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.

Book vii. Canto ri. St. 33. For of the soule the bodie forme doth take; For soule is forme, and doth the bodie make.

An Hymne in Honour of Beautie. Line 132. For all that faire is, is by nature good; That is a signe to know the gentle blood.

Line 139.
To kerke the narre from God more farre,

Has bene an old-sayd sawe;
And he that strives to touche a starre
Oft stombles at a strawe.

The Shepheardes Calender. July. Line 97.
Full little knowest thou that hast not tride,
What hell it is in suing long to hide:
To loose good dayes, that might be better spent;
To wast long nights in pensive discontent;
To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow;
To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.


I Mother wit. – MARLOWE : Prologue to Tamberlaine the Great, part i. MIDDLETON : Your Five Gallants, act i. sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE : Taming of the Shrew, act ii. sc. 1.

2 Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy. – Matthew v. 7.

3 The band that hath made you fair hath made you good. — SHAKESPEARE: Measure for Measure, act iii. sc. 1.

4 See Heywood, page 12.

To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares ;
To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires; 1
To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne,
To spend, to give, to want, to be undonne.
Unhappie wight, borne to desastrous end,
That doth his life in so long tendance spend!

Mother Hubberds Tale. Line 895.

What more felicitie can fall to creature
Than to enjoy delight with libertie,
And to be lord of all the workes of Nature,
To raine in th' aire from earth to highest skie,
To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature.

Muiopotmos: or, The Fate of the Butterflie. Line 209.
I hate the day, because it lendeth light
To see all things, but not my love to see.

Daphnaida, v. 407.
Tell her the joyous Time will not be staid,
Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take.?

Amoretti, l.ix.
I was promised on a time
To have reason for my rhyme;
From that time unto this season,
I received nor rhyme nor reason.

Lines on his Promised Pension.4

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1 Eat not thy heart ; which forbids to afflict our souls, and waste them with vexatious cares. — PLUTARCH : Of the Training of Children.

But suffered idleness
To eat his heart away.

BRYANT : Homer's Iliad, book i. line 319. 2 Take Time by the forelock. - THALES (of Miletus). 636-546 B. C.

3 Rhyme nor reason. Pierre Patelin, quoted by Tyndale in 1530. Farce du l'endeur des Lieures, sixteenth century. PEELE : Edward I. SHAKESPEARE: As You Like It, act ini. sc. 2; Merry Wives of Windsor, act r. sc. 5; Comedy of Errors, act ii. sc. 2.

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nor reason.

4 FULLER : Worthies of England, vol. ii. p. 379.

Behold, whiles she before the altar stands,
Hearing the holy priest that to her speakes,
And blesseth her with his two happy hands.

Epithalamion. Line 223.

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Of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world. All things in heaven and earth do her homage, — the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power.

Ecclesiastical Pulity. Book i.

That to live by one man's will became the cause of all men's misery.

Book i.

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Cupid and my Campaspe play'd
At cards for kisses : Cupid paid.
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,
His mother's doves, and team of sparrows:
Loses them too. Then down he throws
The coral of his lip, the rose
Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how);
With these, the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple on his chin:
All these did my Campaspe win.
At last he set her both his eyes :
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.

O Love! has she done this to thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?

Cupid and Campaspe. Act iii. Sc. 5.

How at heaven's gates she claps her wings,
The morne not waking til she sings."

Cupid and Campa spe. Act v. Sc. 1. Be valyaunt, but not too venturous.

Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly?

Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 39. Though the Camomill, the more it is trodden and pressed downe the more it spreadeth.8

Page 46. The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.

Page 47. I cast before the Moone.4

Page 78. It seems to me (said she) that you are in some brown study.

Page 80. The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble ; & many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks.?

Page 81. He reckoneth without his Hostesse.8 Love knoweth no lawes.

Page 84. Did not Jupiter transforme himselfe into the shape of Amphitrio to embrace Alcmæna; into the form of a swan to enjoy Leda; into a Bull to beguile Io; into a showre of gold to win Danae ? !

Page 93.

1 Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phæbus 'gins arise.

SHAKESPEARE : Cymbeline, act ü. sc. 3.
2 Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy.

SHAKESPEARE : Hamlet, act i. sc. 3. 8 The camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows. SHAKESPEARE : 1 Henry IV. act ii. sc. 4.

4 See Heywood, page 11. 5 A brown study. — Swift : Polite Conversation. 6 Water continually dropping will wear hard rocks hollow. – PLUTARCH : Of the Training of Children.

Stillicidi casus lapidem cavat (Continual dropping wears away a stone). LUCRETIUS: 1. 314.

7 Many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.

SHAKESPEARE : 3 Henry VI. act ii. sc. 1. 8 See Heywood, page 12.

9 Jupiter himself was turned into a satyr, a shepherd, a bull, a swan, a golden shower, and what not for love. — BURTON : Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sec. , mem. i, subs. 1.

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