TO THE MEMORY OF MY MOTHER

_A wild beast there is in AEgypt, called orix, which the AEgyptians say,

doth stand full against the dog starre when it riseth, looketh wistly

upon it, and testifieth after a sort by sneesing, a kind of worship...._

Philemon Holland.

'_Did'st thou ever see a lark in a cage? Such is the soul in the body:

this world is like her little turf of grass; and the heaven o'er our

heads, like her looking-glass, only gives us a miserable knowledge of

the small compass of our prison...._'

John Webster.

'_Provoke them not, fair sir, with tempting words; the heavens are

gracious...._'

Thomas Kyd.

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