Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on the Grass,
And in your blissful errand reach the spot
Where I made One--turn down an empty Glass.
_Rubáiyát. Stanza ci._
ALPHONSO THE WISE. 1221-1284.
Had I been present at the creation, I would have given some
useful hints for the better ordering of the universe.[768-1]
FOOTNOTES:
[768-1] Carlyle says, in his "History of Frederick the Great,"
book ii. chap. vii. that this saying of Alphonso about Ptolemy's
astronomy, "that it seemed a crank machine; that it was pity the
Creator had not taken advice," is still remembered by
mankind,--this and no other of his many sayings.
DANTE. 1265-1321.
(_Cary's Translation._)
All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
_Hell. Canto iii. Line 9._
The wretched souls of those who lived
Without or praise or blame.
_Hell. Canto iii. Line 34._
No greater grief than to remember days
Of joy when misery is at hand.[769-1]
_Hell. Canto v. Line 121._
FOOTNOTES:
[769-1] See Longfellow, page 618.
FRANÇOIS VILLON. _Circa_ 1430-1484.
Where are the snows of last year?[769-2]
_Des Dames du Temps jadis. i._
I know everything except myself.
_Autre Ballade. i._
Good talkers are only found in Paris.
_Des Femmes de Paris. ii._
FOOTNOTES:
[769-2] But where is last year's snow? This was the greatest care
that Villon, the Parisian poet, took.--RABELAIS: _book ii. chap.
xiv._
MICHELANGELO. 1474-1564.
(_Translation by Mrs. Henry Roscoe._)
As when, O lady mine!
With chiselled touch
The stone unhewn and cold
Becomes a living mould.
The more the marble wastes,
The more the statue grows.
_Sonnet._
MARTIN LUTHER. 1483-1546.
A mighty fortress is our God,
A bulwark never failing;
Our helper He amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing.
_Psalm. Ein feste Burg ist unser Gott_ (trans. by Frederic H. Hedge).
Tell your master that if there were as many devils at Worms as
tiles on its roofs, I would enter.[770-1]
Here I stand; I can do no otherwise. God help me. Amen!
_Speech at the Diet of Worms._
For where God built a church, there the Devil would also build a
chapel.[770-2]
_Table-Talk. lxvii._
A faithful and good servant is a real godsend; but truly 't is a
rare bird in the land.
_Table-Talk. clvi._
FOOTNOTES:
[770-1] On the 16th of April, 1521, Luther entered the imperial
city [of Worms]. . . . On his approach . . . the Elector's
chancellor entreated him, in the name of his master, not to enter
a town where his death was decided. The answer which Luther
returned was simply this.--BUNSEN: _Life of Luther._
I will go, though as many devils aim at me as there are tiles on
the roofs of the houses.--RANKE: _History of the Reformation, vol.
i. p. 533_ (Mrs. Austin's translation).
[770-2] See Burton, page 192.
FRANCIS RABELAIS. 1495-1553.
I am just going to leap into the dark.[770-3]
_Motteux's Life._
Let down the curtain: the farce is done.
_Motteux's Life._
He left a paper sealed up, wherein were found three articles as
his last will: "I owe much; I have nothing; I give the rest to
the poor."
_Motteux's Life._
One inch of joy surmounts of grief a span,
Because to laugh is proper to the man.
_To the Reader._
To return to our wethers.[771-1]
_Works. Book i. Chap. i. n. 2._
I drink no more than a sponge.
_Works. Book i. Chap. v._
Appetite comes with eating, says Angeston.[771-2]
_Works. Book i. Chap. v._
Thought the moon was made of green cheese.
_Works. Book i. Chap. xi._
He always looked a given horse in the mouth.[771-3]
_Works. Book i. Chap. xi._
By robbing Peter he paid Paul,[771-4] . . . and hoped to catch
larks if ever the heavens should fall.[771-5]
_Works. Book i. Chap. xi._
He laid him squat as a flounder.
_Works. Book i. Chap. xxvii._
Send them home as merry as crickets.
_Works. Book i. Chap. xxix._
Corn is the sinews of war.[771-6]
_Works. Book i. Chap. xlvi._
How shall I be able to rule over others, that have not full power
and command of myself?
_Works. Book i. Chap. lii._
Subject to a kind of disease, which at that time they called lack
of money.
_Works. Book ii. Chap. xvi._
He did not care a button for it.
_Works. Book ii. Chap. xvi._
How well I feathered my nest.
_Works. Book ii. Chap. xvii._
So much is a man worth as he esteems himself.
_Works. Book ii. Chap. xxix._
A good crier of green sauce.
_Works. Book ii. Chap. xxxi._
Then I began to think that it is very true which is commonly
said, that the one half of the world knoweth not how the other
half liveth.
_Works. Book ii. Chap. xxxii._
This flea which I have in mine ear.
_Works. Book iii. Chap. xxxi._
You have there hit the nail on the head.[771-7]
_Works. Book iii. Chap. xxxiv._
Above the pitch, out of tune, and off the hinges.
_Works. Book iv. Chap. xix._
I 'll go his halves.
_Works. Book iv. Chap. xxiii._
The Devil was sick,--the Devil a monk would be;
The Devil was well,--the devil a monk was he.
_Works. Book iv. Chap. xxiv._
Do not believe what I tell you here any more than if it were some
tale of a tub.
_Works. Book iv. Chap. xxxviii._
I would have you call to mind the strength of the ancient giants,
that undertook to lay the high mountain Pelion on the top of
Ossa, and set among those the shady Olympus.[772-1]
_Works. Book iv. Chap. xxxviii._
Which was performed to a T.[772-2]
_Works. Book iv. Chap. xli._
He that has patience may compass anything.
_Works. Book iv. Chap. xlviii._
We will take the good will for the deed.[772-3]
_Works. Book iv. Chap. xlix._
You are Christians of the best edition, all picked and culled.
_Works. Book iv. Chap. l._
Would you damn your precious soul?
_Works. Book iv. Chap. liv._
Let us fly and save our bacon.
_Works. Book iv. Chap. lv._
Needs must when the Devil drives.[772-4]
_Works. Book iv. Chap. lvii._
Scampering as if the Devil drove them.
_Works. Book iv. Chap. lxii._
He freshly and cheerfully asked him how a man should kill time.
_Works. Book iv. Chap. lxii._
The belly has no ears, nor is it to be filled with fair
words.[772-5]
_Works. Book iv. Chap. lxii._
Whose cockloft is unfurnished.[772-6]
_Works. The Author's Prologue to the Fifth Book._
Speak the truth and shame the Devil.[772-7]
_Works. The Author's Prologue to the Fifth Book._
Plain as a nose in a man's face.[772-8]
_Works. The Author's Prologue to the Fifth Book._
Like hearts of oak.[773-1]
_Works. Prologue to the Fifth Book._
You shall never want rope enough.
_Works. Prologue to the Fifth Book._
Looking as like . . . as one pea does like another.[773-2]
_Works. Book v. Chapter ii._
Nothing is so dear and precious as time.[773-3]
_Works. Book v. Chapter v._
And thereby hangs a tale.[773-4]
_Works. Book v. Chapter iv._
It is meat, drink,[773-5] and cloth to us.
_Works. Book v. Chapter vii._
And so on to the end of the chapter.
_Works. Book v. Chapter x._
What is got over the Devil's back is spent under the
belly.[773-6]
_Works. Book v. Chapter xi._
We have here other fish to fry.[773-7]
_Works. Book v. Chapter xii._
What cannot be cured must be endured.[773-8]
_Works. Book v. Chapter xv._
Thought I to myself, we shall never come off scot-free.
_Works. Book v. Chapter xv._
It is enough to fright you out of your seven senses.[773-9]
_Works. Book v. Chapter xv._
Necessity has no law.[773-10]
_Works. Book v. Chapter xv._
Panurge had no sooner heard this, but he was upon the high-rope.
_Works. Book v. Chapter xviii._
We saw a knot of others, about a baker's dozen.
_Works. Book v. Chapter xxii._
Others made a virtue of necessity.[773-11]
_Works. Book v. Chapter xxii._
Spare your breath to cool your porridge.[773-12]
_Works. Book v. Chapter xxviii._
I believe he would make three bites of a cherry.
_Works. Book v. Chapter xxviii._
FOOTNOTES:
[770-3] Je m'en vay chercher un grand peut-estre.
[771-1] "Revenons à nos moutons,"--a proverb taken from the French
farce of "Pierre Patelin," edition of 1762, p. 90.
[771-2] My appetite comes to me while eating.--MONTAIGNE: _Book
iii. chap. ix. Of Vanity._
[771-3] See Heywood, page 11.
[771-4] See Heywood, page 14.
[771-5] See Heywood, page 11.
[771-6] See page 810.
[771-7] See Heywood, page 20.
[772-1] See Ovid, page 707.
[772-2] See Johnson, page 375.
[772-3] See Swift, page 292.
[772-4] See Heywood, page 18.
[772-5] See Plutarch, page 725.
[772-6] See Bacon, page 170.
[772-7] See Shakespeare, page 85.
[772-8] See Shakespeare, page 44.
[773-1] See Garrick, page 388.
[773-2] See Lyly, page 33.
[773-3] See Franklin, page 361. Also Diogenes Laertius, page 762.
[773-4] See Shakespeare, page 68.
[773-5] See Shakespeare, page 71.
[773-6] Isocrates was in the right to insinuate that what is got
over the Devil's back is spent under his belly.--LE SAGE: _Gil
Blas, book viii. chap. ix._
[773-7] I have other fish to fry.--CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, part
ii. chap. xxxv._
[773-8] See Burton, page 190.
[773-9] See Scott, page 493.
[773-10] See Shakespeare, page 115.
[773-11] See Chaucer, page 3.
[773-12] See Plutarch, page 738.
MICHAEL DE MONTAIGNE. 1533-1592.
(_Works._[774-1] _Cotton's translation, revised by Hazlitt and Wight._)
Man in sooth is a marvellous, vain, fickle, and unstable
subject.[774-2]
_Book i. Chap. i. That Men by various Ways arrive at the same End._
All passions that suffer themselves to be relished and digested
are but moderate.[774-3]
_Book i. Chap. ii. Of Sorrow._
It is not without good reason said, that he who has not a good
memory should never take upon him the trade of lying.[774-4]
_Book i. Chap. ix. Of Liars._
He who should teach men to die would at the same time teach them
to live.[774-5]
_Book i. Chap. xviii. That Men are not to judge of our Happiness till
after Death._
The laws of conscience, which we pretend to be derived from
nature, proceed from custom.
_Book i. Chap. xxii. Of Custom._
Accustom him to everything, that he may not be a Sir Paris, a
carpet-knight,[774-6] but a sinewy, hardy, and vigorous young
man.
_Book i. Chap. xxv. Of the Education of Children._
We were halves throughout, and to that degree that methinks by
outliving him I defraud him of his part.
_Book i. Chap. xxvii. Of Friendship._
There are some defeats more triumphant than victories.[774-7]
_Book i. Chap. xxx. Of Cannibals._
Nothing is so firmly believed as what we least know.
_Book i. Chap. xxxi. Of Divine Ordinances._
A wise man never loses anything, if he has himself.
_Book i. Chap. xxxviii. Of Solitude._
Even opinion is of force enough to make itself to be espoused at
the expense of life.
_Book i. Chap. xl. Of Good and Evil._
Plato says, "'T is to no purpose for a sober man to knock at the
door of the Muses;" and Aristotle says "that no excellent soul is
exempt from a mixture of folly."[775-1]
_Book ii. Chap. ii. Of Drunkenness._
For a desperate disease a desperate cure.[775-2]
_Book ii. Chap. iii. The Custom of the Isle of Cea._
And not to serve for a table-talk.[775-3]
_Book ii. Chap. iii. The Custom of the Isle of Cea._
To which we may add this other Aristotelian consideration, that
he who confers a benefit on any one loves him better than he is
beloved by him again.[775-4]
_Book ii. Chap. viii. Of the Affection of Fathers._
The middle sort of historians (of which the most part are) spoil
all; they will chew our meat for us.
_Book ii. Chap. x. Of Books._
The only good histories are those that have been written by the
persons themselves who commanded in the affairs whereof they
write.
_Book ii. Chap. x. Of Books._
She [virtue] requires a rough and stormy passage; she will have
either outward difficulties to wrestle with,[775-5] . . . or
internal difficulties.
_Book ii. Chap. xi. Of Cruelty._
There is, nevertheless, a certain respect and a general duty of
humanity that ties us, not only to beasts that have life and
sense, but even to trees and plants.
_Book ii. Chap. xi. Of Cruelty._
Some impose upon the world that they believe that which they do
not; others, more in number, make themselves believe that they
believe, not being able to penetrate into what it is to believe.
_Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond._
When I play with my cat, who knows whether I do not make her more
sport than she makes me?
_Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond._
'T is one and the same Nature that rolls on her course, and
whoever has sufficiently considered the present state of things
might certainly conclude as to both the future and the
past.[776-1]
_Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond._
The souls of emperors and cobblers are cast in the same mould. .
. . The same reason that makes us wrangle with a neighbour causes
a war betwixt princes.
_Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond._
Man is certainly stark mad; he cannot make a worm, and yet he
will be making gods by dozens.
_Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond._
Why may not a goose say thus: "All the parts of the universe I
have an interest in: the earth serves me to walk upon, the sun to
light me; the stars have their influence upon me; I have such an
advantage by the winds and such by the waters; there is nothing
that yon heavenly roof looks upon so favourably as me. I am the
darling of Nature! Is it not man that keeps and serves
me?"[776-2]
_Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond._
Arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are formed and
perfected by degrees, by often handling and polishing, as bears
leisurely lick their cubs into form.[776-3]
_Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond._
He that I am reading seems always to have the most force.
_Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond._
Apollo said that every one's true worship was that which he found
in use in the place where he chanced to be.[777-1]
_Book ii. Chap. xii. Apology for Raimond Sebond._
How many worthy men have we seen survive their own
reputation![777-2]
_Book ii. Chap. xvi. Of Glory._
The mariner of old said to Neptune in a great tempest, "O God!
thou mayest save me if thou wilt, and if thou wilt thou mayest
destroy me; but whether or no, I will steer my rudder
true."[777-3]
_Book ii. Chap. xvi. Of Glory._
One may be humble out of pride.
_Book ii. Chap. xvii. Of Presumption._
I find that the best virtue I have has in it some tincture of
vice.
_Book ii. Chap. xx. That we taste nothing pure._
Saying is one thing, doing another.
_Book ii. Chap. xxxi. Of Anger._
Is it not a noble farce, wherein kings, republics, and emperors
have for so many ages played their parts, and to which the whole
vast universe serves for a theatre?[777-4]
_Book ii. Chap. xxxvi. Of the most Excellent Men._
Nature forms us for ourselves, not for others; to be, not to
seem.
_Book ii. Chap. xxxvii. Of the Resemblance of Children to their
Brothers._
There never was in the world two opinions alike, no more than two
hairs or two grains; the most universal quality is
diversity.[777-5]
_Book ii. Chap. xxxvii. Of the Resemblance of Children to their Fathers._
The public weal requires that men should betray and lie and
massacre.
_Book iii. Chap. i. Of Profit and Honesty._
Like rowers, who advance backward.[777-6]
_Book iii. Chap. i. Of Profit and Honesty._
I speak truth, not so much as I would, but as much as I dare; and
I dare a little the more as I grow older.
_Book iii. Chap ii. Of Repentance._
Few men have been admired by their own domestics.[778-1]
_Book iii. Chap. ii. Of Repentance._
It happens as with cages: the birds without despair to get in,
and those within despair of getting out.[778-2]
_Book iii. Chap. v. Upon some Verses of Virgil._
And to bring in a new word by the head and shoulders, they leave
out the old one.
_Book iii. Chap. v. Upon some Verses of Virgil._
All the world knows me in my book, and my book in me.
_Book iii. Chap. v. Upon some Verses of Virgil._
'T is so much to be a king, that he only is so by being so. The
strange lustre that surrounds him conceals and shrouds him from
us; our sight is there broken and dissipated, being stopped and
filled by the prevailing light.[778-3]
_Book iii. Chap. vii. Of the Inconveniences of Greatness._
We are born to inquire after truth; it belongs to a greater power
to possess it. It is not, as Democritus said, hid in the bottom
of the deeps, but rather elevated to an infinite height in the
divine knowledge.[778-4]
_Book iii. Chap. viii. Of the Art of Conversation._
I moreover affirm that our wisdom itself, and wisest
consultations, for the most part commit themselves to the conduct
of chance.[778-5]
_Book iii. Chap. viii. Of the Art of Conversation._
What if he has borrowed the matter and spoiled the form, as it
oft falls out?[778-6]
_Book iii. Chap. viii. Of the Art of Conversation._
The oldest and best known evil was ever more supportable than one
that was new and untried.[778-7]
_Book iii. Chap. ix. Of Vanity._
Not because Socrates said so, . . . I look upon all men as my
compatriots.
_Book iii. Chap. ix. Of Vanity._
My appetite comes to me while eating.[779-1]
_Book iii. Chap. ix. Of Vanity._
There is no man so good, who, were he to submit all his thoughts
and actions to the laws, would not deserve hanging ten times in
his life.
_Book iii. Chap. ix. Of Vanity._
Saturninus said, "Comrades, you have lost a good captain to make
him an ill general."
_Book iii. Chap. ix. Of Vanity._
A little folly is desirable in him that will not be guilty of
stupidity.[779-2]
_Book iii. Chap. ix. Of Vanity._
Habit is a second nature.[779-3]
_Book iii. Chap. x._
We seek and offer ourselves to be gulled.
_Book iii. Chap. xi. Of Cripples._
I have never seen a greater monster or miracle in the world than
myself.
_Book iii. Chap. xi. Of Cripples._
Men are most apt to believe what they least understand.
_Book iii. Chap. xi. Of Cripples._
I have here only made a nosegay of culled flowers, and have
brought nothing of my own but the thread that ties them together.
_Book iii. Chap. xii. Of Physiognomy._
Amongst so many borrowed things, I am glad if I can steal one,
disguising and altering it for some new service.[779-4]
_Book iii. Chap. xii. Of Physiognomy._
I am further of opinion that it would be better for us to have
[no laws] at all than to have them in so prodigious numbers as we
have.
_Book iii. Chap. xiii. Of Experience._
There is more ado to interpret interpretations than to interpret
the things, and more books upon books than upon all other
subjects; we do nothing but comment upon one another.
_Book iii. Chap. xiii. Of Experience._
For truth itself has not the privilege to be spoken at all times
and in all sorts.
_Book iii. Chap. xiii. Of Experience._
The diversity of physical arguments and opinions embraces all
sorts of methods.
_Book iii. Chap. xiii. Of Experience._
Let us a little permit Nature to take her own way; she better
understands her own affairs than we.
_Book iii. Chap. xiii. Of Experience._
I have ever loved to repose myself, whether sitting or lying,
with my heels as high or higher than my head.
_Book iii. Chap. xiii. Of Experience._
I, who have so much and so universally adored this ariston
metron, "excellent mediocrity,"[780-1] of ancient times, and who
have concluded the most moderate measure the most perfect, shall
I pretend to an unreasonable and prodigious old age?
_Book iii. Chap. xiii. Of Experience._
FOOTNOTES:
[774-1] This book of Montaigne the world has indorsed by
translating it into all tongues, and printing seventy-five
editions of it in Europe.--EMERSON: _Representative Men.
Montaigne._
[774-2] See Plutarch, page 730.
[774-3] See Raleigh, page 25.
Curae leves loquuntur ingentes stupent (Light griefs are
loquacious, but the great are dumb).--SENECA: _Hippolytus, ii. 3,
607._
[774-4] See Sidney, page 264.
Mendacem memorem esse oportere (To be a liar, memory is
necessary).--QUINTILIAN: _iv. 2, 91._
[774-5] See Tickell, page 313.
[774-6] See Burton, page 187.
[774-7] See Bacon, page 171.
[775-1] See Dryden, page 267.
[775-2] See Shakespeare, page 141.
[775-3] See Shakespeare, page 64.
[775-4] ARISTOTLE: _Ethics, ix. 7._
[775-5] See Milton, page 255.
[776-1] See Plutarch, page 726.
[776-2] See Pope, page 318.
[776-3] See Burton, page 186.
[777-1] XENOPHON: _Mem. Socratis, i. 3, 1._
[777-2] See Bentley, page 284.
[777-3] SENECA: _Epistle 85._
[777-4] See Shakespeare, page 69.
[777-5] See Browne, page 218.
[777-6] See Burton, page 186.
[778-1] See Plutarch, page 740.
[778-2] See Davies, page 176.
[778-3] See Tennyson, page 629.
[778-4] LACTANTIUS: _Divin. Instit. iii. 28._
[778-5] Although men flatter themselves with their great actions,
they are not so often the result of great design as of
chance.--ROCHEFOUCAULD: _Maxim 57._
[778-6] See Churchill, page 413.
[778-7] LIVY, _xxiii. 3._
[779-1] See Rabelais, page 771.
[779-2] See Walpole, page 389.
[779-3] See Shakespeare, page 44.
[779-4] See Churchill, page 413.
[780-1] See Cowper, page 424.
DU BARTAS. 1544-1590.
(_From his "Divine Weekes and Workes," translated by J. Sylvester._)
The world 's a stage[780-2] where God's omnipotence,
His justice, knowledge, love, and providence
Do act the parts.
_First Week, First Day._
And reads, though running,[780-3] all these needful motions.
_First Week, First Day._
Mercy and justice, marching cheek by joule.
_First Week, First Day._
Not unlike the bear which bringeth forth
In the end of thirty dayes a shapeless birth;
But after licking, it in shape she drawes,
And by degrees she fashions out the pawes,
The head, and neck, and finally doth bring
To a perfect beast that first deformed thing.[780-4]
_First Week, First Day._
What is well done is done soon enough.
_First Week, First Day._
And swans seem whiter if swart crowes be by.
_First Week, First Day._
Night's black mantle covers all alike.[781-1]
_First Week, First Day._
Hot and cold, and moist and dry.[781-2]
_First Week, Second Day._
Much like the French (or like ourselves, their apes),
Who with strange habit do disguise their shapes;
Who loving novels, full of affectation,
Receive the manners of each other nation.[781-3]
_First Week, Second Day._
With tooth and nail.
_First Week, Second Day._
From the foure corners of the worlde doe haste.[781-4]
_First Week, Second Day._
Oft seen in forehead of the frowning skies.[781-5]
_First Week, Second Day._
From north to south, from east to west.[781-6]
_First Week, Second Day._
Bright-flaming, heat-full fire,
The source of motion.[781-7]
_First Week, Second Day._
Not that the earth doth yield
In hill or dale, in forest or in field,
A rarer plant.[781-8]
_First Week, Third Day._
'T is what you will,--or will be what you would.
_First Week, Third Day._
Or savage beasts upon a thousand hils.[781-9]
_First Week, Third Day._
To man the earth seems altogether
No more a mother, but a step-dame rather.[782-1]
_First Week, Third Day._
For where 's the state beneath the firmament
That doth excel the bees for government?[782-2]
_First Week, Fifth Day, Part i._
A good turn at need,
At first or last, shall be assur'd of meed.
_First Week, Sixth Day._
There is no theam more plentifull to scan
Than is the glorious goodly frame of man.[782-3]
_First Week, Sixth Day._
These lovely lamps, these windows of the soul.[782-4]
_First Week, Sixth Day._
Or almost like a spider, who, confin'd
In her web's centre, shakt with every winde,
Moves in an instant if the buzzing flie
Stir but a string of her lawn canapie.[782-5]
_First Week, Sixth Day._
Even as a surgeon, minding off to cut
Some cureless limb,--before in ure he put
His violent engins on the vicious member,
Bringeth his patient in a senseless slumber,
And grief-less then (guided by use and art),
To save the whole, sawes off th' infested part.
_First Week, Sixth Day._
Two souls in one, two hearts into one heart.[782-6]
_First Week, Sixth Day._
Which serves for cynosure[782-7]
To all that sail upon the sea obscure.
_First Week, Seventh Day._
Yielding more wholesome food than all the messes
That now taste-curious wanton plenty dresses.[783-1]
_Second Week, First Day, Part i._
Turning our seed-wheat-kennel tares,
To burn-grain thistle, and to vaporie darnel,
Cockle, wild oats, rough burs, corn-cumbring
Tares.[783-2]
_Second Week, First Day, Part iii._
In every hedge and ditch both day and night
We fear our death, of every leafe affright.[783-3]
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Dog, ounce, bear, and bull,
Wolfe, lion, horse.[783-4]
_Second Week, First Day, Part iii._
Apoplexie and lethargie,
As forlorn hope, assault the enemy.
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Living from hand to mouth.
_Second Week, First Day, Part iv._
In the jaws of death.[783-5]
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