Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto i. St. 9._
The noblest mind the best contentment has.
_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto i. St. 35._
A bold bad man.[27-2]
_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto i. St. 37._
Her angels face,
As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright,
And made a sunshine in the shady place.
_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto iii. St. 4._
Ay me, how many perils doe enfold
The righteous man, to make him daily fall![27-3]
_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto viii. St. 1._
As when in Cymbrian plaine
An heard of bulles, whom kindly rage doth sting,
Doe for the milky mothers want complaine,[27-4]
And fill the fieldes with troublous bellowing.
_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto viii. St. 11._
Entire affection hateth nicer hands.
_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto viii. St. 40._
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. Book i. Canto ix. 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.
_Faerie Queene. Book ii. Canto vi. St. 12._
And is there care in Heaven? And is there love
In heavenly spirits to these Creatures bace?
_Faerie Queene. Book ii. Canto viii. St. 1._
How oft do they their silver bowers leave
To come to succour us that succour want!
_Faerie Queene. Book ii. Canto viii. St. 2._
Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound.
_Faerie Queene. Book ii. Canto xii. St. 70._
Through thick and thin, both over bank and bush,[28-1]
In hope her to attain by hook or crook.[28-2]
_Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto i. St. 17._
Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew,[28-3]
And her conception of the joyous Prime.
_Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto vi. St. 3._
Roses red and violets blew,
And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew.
_Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto vi. St. 6._
Be bolde, Be bolde, and everywhere, Be bold.[28-4]
_Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto xi. St. 54._
Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled,
On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.
_Faerie Queene. Book iv. Canto ii. St. 32._
For all that Nature by her mother-wit[29-1]
Could frame in earth.
_Faerie Queene. Book iv. Canto x. St. 21._
Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
_Faerie Queene. Book v. Canto ii. St. 43._
Who will not mercie unto others show,
How can he mercy ever hope to have?[29-2]
_Faerie Queene. Book v. Canto ii. St. 42._
The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne;
For a man by nothing is so well bewrayed
As by his manners.
_Faerie Queene. Book vi. Canto iii. St. 1._
For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,
And by eternall doome of Fate's decree,
Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
_Faerie Queene. Book vii. Canto xi. 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;[29-3]
That is a signe to know the gentle blood.
_An Hymne in Honour of Beautie. Line 139._
To kerke the narre from God more farre,[29-4]
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 bide:
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.
. . . . . . . . .
To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares;
To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires;[30-1]
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.[30-2]
_Amoretti, lxx._
I was promised on a time
To have reason for my rhyme;
From that time unto this season,
I received nor rhyme nor reason.[30-3]
_Lines on his Promised Pension._[30-4]
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._
FOOTNOTES:
[27-1] And moralized his song.--POPE: _Epistle to Arbuthnot. Line
340._
[27-2] This bold bad man.--SHAKESPEARE: _Henry VIII. act ii. sc.
2._ MASSINGER: _A New Way to Pay Old Debts, act iv. sc. 2._
[27-3]
Ay me! what perils do environ
The man that meddles with cold iron!
BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto iii. line 1._
[27-4] "Milky Mothers,"--POPE: _The Dunciad, book ii. line 247._
SCOTT: _The Monastery, chap. xxviii._
[28-1] Through thick and thin.--DRAYTON: _Nymphidiæ._ MIDDLETON:
_The Roaring Girl, act iv. sc. 2._ KEMP: _Nine Days' Wonder._
BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto ii. line 370._ DRYDEN: _Absalom
and Achitophel, part ii. line 414._ POPE: _Dunciad, book ii._
COWPER: _John Gilpin._
[28-2] See Skelton, page 8.
[28-3] The dew of thy birth is of the womb of the morning.--_Psalm
cx. 3, Book of Common Prayer._
[28-4] 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._
[29-1] 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._
[29-2] Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain
mercy.--_Matthew v. 7._
[29-3] The hand that hath made you fair hath made you
good.--SHAKESPEARE: _Measure for Measure, act iii. sc. 1._
[29-4] See Heywood, page 12.
[30-1] 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._
[30-2] Take Time by the forelock.--THALES (of Miletus). 636-546 B.
C.
[30-3] Rhyme nor reason.--_Pierre Patelin_, quoted by Tyndale in
1530. _Farce du Vendeur des Lieures_, sixteenth century. PEELE:
_Edward I._ SHAKESPEARE: _As You Like It, act iii. sc. 2; Merry
Wives of Windsor, act v. sc. 5; Comedy of Errors, act ii. sc. 2._
Sir Thomas More advised an author, who had sent him his manuscript
to read, "to put it in rhyme." Which being done, Sir Thomas said,
"Yea, marry, now it is somewhat, for now it is rhyme; before it
was neither rhyme nor reason."
[30-4] FULLER: _Worthies of England, vol. ii. p. 379._
RICHARD HOOKER. 1553-1600.
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 Polity. Book i._
That to live by one man's will became the cause of all men's
misery.
_Ecclesiastical Polity. Book i._
JOHN LYLY. _Circa_ 1553-1601.
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.[32-1]
_Cupid and Campaspe. Act v. Sc. 1._
Be valyaunt, but not too venturous. Let thy attyre bee comely,
but not costly.[32-2]
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 39._
Though the Camomill, the more it is trodden and pressed downe the
more it spreadeth.[32-3]
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 46._
The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 47._
I cast before the Moone.[32-4]
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 78._
It seems to me (said she) that you are in some brown study.[32-5]
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 80._
The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble;[32-6] many
strokes overthrow the tallest oaks.[32-7]
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 81._
He reckoneth without his Hostesse.[32-8] Love knoweth no lawes.
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _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?[32-9]
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 93._
Lette me stande to the maine chance.[33-1]
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 104._
I mean not to run with the Hare and holde with the Hounde.[33-2]
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 107._
It is a world to see.[33-3]
_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 116._
There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some
fire.[33-4]
_Euphues and his Euphoebus, page 153._
A clere conscience is a sure carde.[33-5]
_Euphues, page 207._
As lyke as one pease is to another.
_Euphues, page 215._
Goe to bed with the Lambe, and rise with the Larke.[33-6]
_Euphues and his England, page 229._
A comely olde man as busie as a bee.
_Euphues and his England, page 252._
Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are
commonly fortunate.
_Euphues and his England, page 279._
Where the streame runneth smoothest, the water is deepest.[33-7]
_Euphues and his England, page 287._
Your eyes are so sharpe that you cannot onely looke through a
Milstone, but cleane through the minde.
_Euphues and his England, page 289._
I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head.
_Euphues and his England, page 308._
A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne.[33-8]
_Euphues and his England, page 314._
FOOTNOTES:
[32-1]
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise.
SHAKESPEARE: _Cymbeline, act ii. sc. 3._
[32-2]
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy.
SHAKESPEARE: _Hamlet, act i. sc. 3._
[32-3] The camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it
grows.--SHAKESPEARE: _1 Henry IV. act ii. sc. 4._
[32-4] See Heywood, page 11.
[32-5] A brown study.--SWIFT: _Polite Conversation._
[32-6] 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: _i. 314._
[32-7]
Many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.
SHAKESPEARE: _3 Henry VI. act ii. sc. 1._
[32-8] See Heywood, page 12.
[32-9] 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. ii. mem. i. subs. 1._
[33-1] The main chance.--SHAKESPEARE: _1 Henry VI. act i. sc. 1._
BUTLER: _Hudibras, part ii. canto ii._ DRYDEN: _Persius, satire
vi._
[33-2] See Heywood, page 12.
[33-3] 'T is a world to see.--SHAKESPEARE: _Taming of the Shrew,
act ii. sc. 1._
[33-4] See Heywood, page 17.
[33-5] This is a sure card.--_Thersytes, circa 1550._
[33-6] To rise with the lark and go to bed with the lamb.--BRETON:
_Court and Country, 1618 (reprint, page 182)._
Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.--HURDIS: _The
Village Curate._
[33-7] See Raleigh, page 25.
[33-8] The rose is fairest when 't is budding new.--SCOTT: _Lady
of the Lake, canto iii. st. 1._
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. 1554-1586.
Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge.
_Defence of Poesy._
He cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play,
and old men from the chimney-corner.
_Defence of Poesy._
I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not
my heart moved more than with a trumpet.
_Defence of Poesy._
High-erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy.[34-1]
_Arcadia. Book i._
They are never alone that are accompanied with noble
thoughts.[34-2]
_Arcadia. Book i._
Many-headed multitude.[34-3]
_Arcadia. Book ii._
My dear, my better half.
_Arcadia. Book iii._
Fool! said my muse to me, look in thy heart, and write.[34-4]
_Astrophel and Stella, i._
Have I caught my heav'nly jewel.[34-5]
_Astrophel and Stella, i. Second Song._
FOOTNOTES:
[34-1] Great thoughts come from the heart.--VAUVENARGUES: _Maxim
cxxvii._
[34-2] He never is alone that is accompanied with noble
thoughts.--FLETCHER: _Love's Cure, act iii. sc. 3._
[34-3] Many-headed multitude.--SHAKESPEARE: _Coriolanus, act ii.
sc. 3._
This many-headed monster, Multitude.--DANIEL: _History of the
Civil War, book ii. st. 13._
[34-4] Look, then, into thine heart and write.--LONGFELLOW:
_Voices of the Night. Prelude._
[34-5] Quoted by Shakespeare in _Merry Wives of Windsor_.
CYRIL TOURNEUR. _Circa_ 1600.
A drunkard clasp his teeth and not undo 'em,
To suffer wet damnation to run through 'em.[34-6]
_The Revenger's Tragedy. Act iii. Sc. 1._
FOOTNOTES:
[34-6] Distilled damnation.--ROBERT HALL (in Gregory's "Life of
Hall").
LORD BROOKE. 1554-1628.
O wearisome condition of humanity!
_Mustapha. Act v. Sc. 4._
And out of mind as soon as out of sight.[35-1]
_Sonnet lvi._
FOOTNOTES:
[35-1] See Thomas à Kempis, page 7.
GEORGE CHAPMAN. 1557-1634.
None ever loved but at first sight they loved.[35-2]
_The Blind Beggar of Alexandria._
An ill weed grows apace.[35-3]
_An Humorous Day's Mirth._
Black is a pearl in a woman's eye.[35-4]
_An Humorous Day's Mirth._
Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair
In that she never studied to be fairer
Than Nature made her; beauty cost her nothing,
Her virtues were so rare.
_All Fools. Act i. Sc. 1._
I tell thee Love is Nature's second sun,
Causing a spring of virtues where he shines.
_All Fools. Act i. Sc. 1._
_Cornelia._ What flowers are these?
_Gazetta._ The pansy this.
_Cor._ Oh, that 's for lovers' thoughts.[35-5]
_All Fools. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Fortune, the great commandress of the world,
Hath divers ways to advance her followers:
To some she gives honour without deserving,
To other some, deserving without honour.[35-6]
_All Fools. Act v. Sc. 1._
Young men think old men are fools; but old men know young men are
fools.[36-1]
_All Fools. Act v. Sc. 1._
Virtue is not malicious; wrong done her
Is righted even when men grant they err.
_Monsieur D'Olive. Act i. Sc. 1._
For one heat, all know, doth drive out another,
One passion doth expel another still.[36-2]
_Monsieur D'Olive. Act v. Sc. 1._
Let no man value at a little price
A virtuous woman's counsel; her wing'd spirit
Is feather'd oftentimes with heavenly words.
_The Gentleman Usher. Act iv. Sc. 1._
To put a girdle round about the world.[36-3]
_Bussy D'Ambois. Act i. Sc. 1._
His deeds inimitable, like the sea
That shuts still as it opes, and leaves no tracts
Nor prints of precedent for poor men's facts.
_Bussy D'Ambois. Act i. Sc. 1._
So our lives
In acts exemplary, not only win
Ourselves good names, but doth to others give
Matter for virtuous deeds, by which we live.[36-4]
_Bussy D'Ambois. Act i. Sc. 1._
Who to himself is law no law doth need,
Offends no law, and is a king indeed.
_Bussy D'Ambois. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Each natural agent works but to this end,--
To render that it works on like itself.
_Bussy D'Ambois. Act iii. Sc. 1._
'T is immortality to die aspiring,
As if a man were taken quick to heaven.
_Conspiracy of Charles, Duke of Byron. Act i. Sc. 1._
Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea
Loves t' have his sails fill'd with a lusty wind,
Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack,
And his rapt ship run on her side so low
That she drinks water, and her keel plows air.
_Tragedy of Charles, Duke of Byron. Act iii. Sc. 1._
He is at no end of his actions blest
Whose ends will make him greatest, and not best.
_Tragedy of Charles, Duke of Byron. Act v. Sc. 1._
Words writ in waters.[37-1]
_Revenge for Honour. Act v. Sc. 2._
They 're only truly great who are truly good.[37-2]
_Revenge for Honour. Act v. Sc. 2._
Keep thy shop, and thy shop will keep thee.[37-3] Light gains
make heavy purses. 'T is good to be merry and wise.[37-4]
_Eastward Ho._[37-5] _Act i. Sc. 1._
Make ducks and drakes with shillings.
_Eastward Ho._[37-5] _Act i. Sc. 1._
Only a few industrious Scots perhaps, who indeed are dispersed
over the face of the whole earth. But as for them, there are no
greater friends to Englishmen and England, when they are out on
't, in the world, than they are. And for my own part, I would a
hundred thousand of them were there [Virginia]; for we are all
one countrymen now, ye know, and we should find ten times more
comfort of them there than we do here.[37-6]
_Eastward Ho. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Enough 's as good as a feast.[38-1]
_Eastward Ho. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Fair words never hurt the tongue.[38-2]
_Eastward Ho. Act iv. Sc. 1._
Let pride go afore, shame will follow after.[38-3]
_Eastward Ho. Act iv. Sc. 1._
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.
_Eastward Ho. Act v. Sc. 1._
As night the life-inclining stars best shows,
So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose.
_Epilogue to Translations._
Promise is most given when the least is said.
_Musæus of Hero and Leander._
FOOTNOTES:
[35-2] Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?--MARLOWE:
_Hero and Leander._
I saw and loved.--GIBBON: _Memoirs, vol. i. p. 106._
[35-3] See Heywood, page 13.
[35-4] Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies'
eyes.--SHAKESPEARE: _Two Gentlemen of Verona, act v. sc. 2._
[35-5] There is pansies, that 's for thoughts.--SHAKESPEARE:
_Hamlet, act iv. sc. 5._
[35-6] Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have
greatness thrust upon 'em.--SHAKESPEARE: _Twelfth Night, act ii.
sc. 5._
[36-1] Quoted by Camden as a saying of one Dr. Metcalf. It is now
in many peoples' mouths, and likely to pass into a proverb.--RAY:
_Proverbs_ (Bohn ed.), _p. 145_.
[36-2]
One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessened by another's anguish.
SHAKESPEARE: _Romeo and Juliet, act i. sc. 2._
[36-3] I 'll put a girdle round about the earth.--SHAKESPEARE:
_Midsummer Night's Dream, act ii. sc. 1._
[36-4]
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime.
LONGFELLOW: _A Psalm of Life._
[37-1] Here lies one whose name was writ in water.--_Keats's own
Epitaph._
[37-2] To be noble we 'll be good.--_Winifreda_ (Percy's
_Reliques_).
'T is only noble to be good.--TENNYSON: _Lady Clara Vere de Vere,
stanza 7._
[37-3] The same in Franklin's _Poor Richard_.
[37-4] See Heywood, page 9.
[37-5] By Chapman, Jonson, and Marston.
[37-6] This is the famous passage that gave offence to James I.,
and caused the imprisonment of the authors. The leaves containing
it were cancelled and reprinted, and it only occurs in a few of
the original copies.--RICHARD HERNE SHEPHERD.
[38-1] _Dives and Pauper_ (1493). GASCOIGNE: _Memories_
(1575). FIELDING: _Covent Garden Tragedy, act ii. sc. 6._
BICKERSTAFF: _Love in a Village, act iii. sc. 1._ See Heywood,
page 20.
[38-2] See Heywood, page 12.
[38-3] See Heywood, page 13.
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.
_Albion's England. Book x. chap. lix. stanza 68._
SIR RICHARD HOLLAND.
O Douglas, O Douglas!
Tendir and trewe.
_The Buke of the Howlat._[38-4] _Stanza xxxi._
FOOTNOTES:
[38-4] 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.[39-1]
_Epigrams. Book iv. Ep. 5._
FOOTNOTES:
[39-1]
Prosperum ac felix scelus
Virtus vocatur
(Successful and fortunate crime is called virtue).
SENECA: _Herc. Furens, ii. 250._
SAMUEL DANIEL. 1562-1619.
As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind
To look out thorough, and his frailty find.[39-2]
_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.
_Musophilus. Stanza 97._
This is the thing that I was born to do.
_Musophilus. Stanza 100._
And who (in time) knows whither we may vent
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?[39-3]
_Musophilus. Stanza 163._
Unless above himself he can
Erect himself, how poor a thing is man!
_To the Countess of Cumberland. Stanza 12._
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born.
_To Delia. Sonnet 51._
FOOTNOTES:
[39-2]
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._
[39-3] Westward the course of empire takes its way.--BERKELEY: _On
the 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.
(Said of Marlowe.) _To Henry Reynolds, of Poets and Poesy._
The coast was clear.[40-1]
_Nymphidia._
When faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And innocence is closing up his eyes,
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._
FOOTNOTES:
[40-1] SOMERVILLE: _The Night-Walker._
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. 1565-1593.
Comparisons are odious.[40-2]
_Lust's Dominion. Act iii. Sc. 4._
I 'm armed with more than complete steel,--
The justice of my quarrel.[40-3]
_Lust's Dominion. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?[40-4]
_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.
_The Passionate Shepherd to his Love._
By shallow rivers, to whose falls[41-1]
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
_The Passionate Shepherd to his Love._
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies.
_The Passionate Shepherd to his Love._
Infinite riches in a little room.
_The Jew of Malta. Act i._
Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
_The Jew of Malta. Act i._
Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the
dove;[41-2] that is, more knave than fool.
_The Jew of Malta. Act ii._
Love me little, love me long.[41-3]
_The Jew of Malta. Act iv._
When all the world dissolves,
And every creature shall be purified,
All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
_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:[41-4] see, where it flies!
_Faustus._
O, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
_Faustus._
Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,
And burnèd is Apollo's laurel bough,[41-5]
That sometime grew within this learnèd man.
_Faustus._
FOOTNOTES:
[40-2] See Fortescue, page 7.
[40-3]
Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.