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, 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, 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 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! 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, 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? Epigrams. Book iv. Ep. 5. SAMUEL DANIEL. 1562-1619. As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind 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, 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, 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, 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 Ibid. The coast was clear.1 When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, Nymphidia. Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, 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, - Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? 4 Ibid. Hero and Leander. Come live with me, and be my love; 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, 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 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. 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, 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 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 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 Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Ibid. Sc. 2. Ibid. |