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Evangeline. Part i. 3.
And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
Evangeline. Part ii. 5.
God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting.[616-1]
The Courtship of Miles Standish. iv.
Into a world unknown,--the corner-stone of a nation![616-2]
The Courtship of Miles Standish. iv.
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of shame.[616-3]
The Ladder of Saint Augustine.
The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they while their companions slept Were toiling upward in the night.
The Ladder of Saint Augustine.
The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.
The Herons of Elmwood.
He has singed the beard of the king of Spain.[616-4]
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O' the pleurisy of people!
The Two Noble Kinsmen. Act v. Sc. 1.
[197:1] See Shakespeare, page 100.
[197:2] See Shakespeare, page 145.
[197:3] See Shakespeare, page 87.
[197:4] Nemo repente fuit turpissimus (No man ever became extremely wicked all at once).—Juvenal: ii. 83.
Ainsi que la vertu, le crime a ses degrés (As virtue has its degrees, so has vice).—Racine: Phédre, act iv. sc. 2.
[197:5] Ignis aurum probat, miseria fortes viros (Fire is the test of gold; adversity, of strong men).—Seneca: De Providentia, v. 9.
[197:6] Then he will talk—good gods! how he will talk!—Lee: Alexander the Great, act i. sc. 3.
[197:7] See Heywood, page 14.
[197:8] She is no better than she should be.—Fielding: The Temple Beau, act iv. sc. 3.
[198:1] See Shakespeare, page 51.
[198:2] An old doting fool, with one foot already in the grave.—Plutarch: On the Training of Children.
[198:3] It is no jesting with edge tools.—The True Tragedy of Richard III. (1594.)
[198:4] The use of "party" in the sense of "person" occurs in the Book of Common Prayer, More's "Utopia," Shakespeare, Ben Jonson, Fuller, and other old English writers.
[198:5] Whistle, and I'll come to ye.—Burns: Whistle, etc.
[198:6] See Shakespeare, page 72.
[198:7] See Shakespeare, page 50.
[198:8] See Webster, page 180.
[198:9] Pity 's akin to love.—Southerne: Oroonoka, act ii. sc. 1.
Pity swells the tide of love.—Young: Night Thoughts, night iii. line 107.
[199:1] But strive still to be a man before your mother.—Cowper: Connoisseur. Motto of No. iii.
[199:2] Quod ali cibus est aliis fuat acre venenum (What is food to one may be fierce poison to others).—Lucretius: iv. 637.
GEORGE WITHER. 1588-1667.Shall I, wasting in despair,
Die because a woman's fair?
Or make pale my cheeks with care,
'Cause another's rosy are?
Be she fairer than the day,
Or the flowery meads in May,
If she be not so to me,
What care I how fair she be?[199:3]
The Shepherd's Resolution.
Jack shall pipe and Gill shall dance.
Poem on Christmas.
Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat,[199:4]
And therefore let 's be merry.
Poem on Christmas.
[200]
Though I am young, I scorn to flit
On the wings of borrowed wit.
The Shepherd's Hunting.
And I oft have heard defended,—
Little said is soonest mended.
The Shepherd's Hunting.
And he that gives us in these days
New Lords may give us new laws.
Contented Man's Morrice.
[199:3] See Raleigh, page 26.
[199:4] See Jonson, page 177.
THOMAS HOBBES. 1588-1679.For words are wise men's counters,—they do but reckon by them; but they are the money of fools.
The Leviathan. Part i. Chap. iv.
No arts, no letters, no society, and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death, and the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
The Leviathan. Part i. Chap. xviii.
THOMAS CAREW. 1589-1639.He that loves a rosy cheek,
Or a coral lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seek
Fuel to maintain his fires,—
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.
Disdain Returned.
Then fly betimes, for only they
Conquer Love that run away.
Conquest by Flight.
An untimely grave.[200:1]
On the Duke of Buckingham.
The magic of a face.
Epitaph on the Lady S——.
[200:1] An untimely grave.—Tate and Brady: Psalm vii.
[201]
WILLIAM BROWNE. 1590-1645.Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.[201:1]
Britannia's Pastorals. Book i. Song 2.
Did therewith bury in oblivion.
Britannia's Pastorals. Book ii. Song 2.
Well-languaged Daniel.
Britannia's Pastorals. Book ii. Song 2.
[201:1] See Bacon, page 170.
ROBERT HERRICK. 1591-1674.Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones,—come and buy!
If so be you ask me where
They do grow, I answer, there,
Where my Julia's lips do smile,—
There 's the land, or cherry-isle.
Cherry Ripe.
Some asked me where the rubies grew,
And nothing I did say;
But with my finger pointed to
The lips of Julia.
The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls.
Some asked how pearls did grow, and where?
Then spoke I to my girl
To part her lips, and showed them there
The quarelets of pearl.
The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls.
A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness.
Delight in Disorder.
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat;
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility,—
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.
Delight in Disorder.
[202]
You say to me-wards your affection 's strong;
Pray love me little, so you love me long.[202:1]
Love me Little, Love me Long.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying,
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.[202:2]
To the Virgins to make much of Time.
Fall on me like a silent dew,
Or like those maiden showers
Which, by the peep of day, do strew
A baptism o'er the flowers.
To Music, to becalm his Fever.
Fair daffadills, we weep to see
You haste away so soon:
As yet the early rising sun
Has not attained his noon.
To Daffadills.
Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.[202:3]
Sorrows Succeed.
Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep
A little out, and then,[202:4]
As if they played at bo-peep,
Did soon draw in again.
To Mistress Susanna Southwell.
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The shooting-stars attend thee;
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
The Night Piece to Julia.
[203]
I saw a flie within a beade
Of amber cleanly buried.[203:1]
The Amber Bead.
Thus times do shift,—each thing his turn does hold;
New things succeed, as former things grow old.
Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve.
Out-did the meat, out-did the frolick wine.
Ode for Ben Jonson.
Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt;
Nothing 's so hard but search will find it out.[203:2]
Seek and Find.
But ne'er the rose without the thorn.[203:3]
The Rose.
[202:1] See Marlowe, page 41.
[202:2] Let us crown ourselves with rose-buds, before they be withered.—Wisdom of Solomon, ii. 8.
Gather the rose of love whilest yet is time.—Spenser: The Faerie Queene, book ii. canto xii. stanza 75.
[202:3] See Shakespeare, page 143.
[202:4]
Her feet beneath her petticoat
Like little mice stole in and out.
Suckling: Ballad upon a Wedding.
[203:1] See Bacon, page 168.
[203:2] Nil tam difficilest quin quærendo investigari possiet (Nothing is so difficult but that it may be found out by seeking).—Terence: Heautontimoroumenos, iv. 2, 8.
[203:3] Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.—Milton: Paradise Lost, book iv. line 256.
FRANCIS QUARLES. 1592-1644.Death aims with fouler spite
At fairer marks.[203:4]
Divine Poems (ed. 1669).
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day
Whose conquering ray
May chase these fogs;
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
Light will repay
The wrongs of night;
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
Emblems. Book i. Emblem 14.
Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise.
Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 2.
[204]
This house is to be let for life or years;
Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears.
Cupid, 't has long stood void; her bills make known,
She must be dearly let, or let alone.
Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 10, Ep. 10.
The slender debt to Nature 's quickly paid,[204:1]
Discharged, perchance, with greater ease than made.
Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 13.
The next way home 's the farthest way about.[204:2]
Emblems. Book iv. Emblem 2, Ep. 2.
It is the lot of man but once to die.
Emblems. Book v. Emblem 7.
[203:4] Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.—Young: Night Thoughts, night v. line 1011.
[204:1] To die is a debt we must all of us discharge.—Euripides: Alcestis, line 418.
[204:2] The longest way round is the shortest way home.—Bohn: Foreign Proverbs (Italian).
GEORGE HERBERT. 1593-1632.To write a verse or two is all the praise
That I can raise.
Praise.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky.
Virtue.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie.
Virtue.
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like seasoned timber, never gives.
Virtue.
Like summer friends,
Flies of estate and sunneshine.
The Answer.
A servant with this clause
Makes drudgery divine;
Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws
Makes that and th' action fine.
The Elixir.
A verse may find him who a sermon flies,
And turn delight into a sacrifice.
The Church Porch.
[205]
Dare to be true: nothing can need a lie;
A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.[205:1]
The Church Porch.
Chase brave employment with a naked sword
Throughout the world.
The Church Porch.
Sundays observe; think when the bells do chime,
'T is angels' music.
The Church Porch.
The worst speak something good; if all want sense,
God takes a text, and preacheth Pa-ti-ence.
The Church Porch.
Bibles laid open, millions of surprises.
Sin.
Religion stands on tiptoe in our land,
Ready to pass to the American strand.
The Church Militant.
Man is one world, and hath
Another to attend him.
Man.
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May toss him to my breast.
The Pulley.
The fineness which a hymn or psalm affords
If when the soul unto the lines accords.
A True Hymn.
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