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Don Quixote continued.]

Every one is as God made him, and oftentimes a great deal worse. Part ii. Ch. 4.

Now blessings light on him that first invented sleep! it covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak; it is meat for the hungry, drink for the thirsty, heat for the cold, and cold for the hot. Part ii. Ch. 67.

Don't put too fine a point to your wit for fear it should get blunted.

The Little Gypsy. (La Gitanilla.)

My heart is wax to be moulded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain.1

Ibid.

BISHOP STILL (JOHN). 1543-1607.

I cannot eat but little meat,
My stomach is not good;

But sure I think that I can drink

With him that wears a hood.

Gammer Gurton's Needle. Act ii.2

Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;

But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.

1 Cf. Byron, p. 484.

Ibid.

2 Stated by Mr. Dyce to be from a MS. in his possession, and of older date than Gammer Gurton's Needle. -Skelton, Works, ed. Dyce, i. vii. –x., n.

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As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright,
And made a sunshine in the shady place.

Book i. Canto iii. St. 4.

Ay me, how many perils doe enfold

The righteous man, to make him daily fall.

Book i. Canto viii. St. I.

Entire affection hateth nicer hands.

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.

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
Book ii. Canto vi. St. 12.

al arownd,

Faerie Queene, continued.]

And is there care in Heaven?

Book ii. Canto viii. St. 1.

Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound.

Book ii. Canto xii. St. 70.

Through thick and thin, both over bank and bush, In hopes her to attain by hook or crook.

Book iii. Canto i. St. 17.

Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew,' And her conception of the joyous prime.

Book iii. Canto vi. St. 3.

Be bolde, Be bolde, and everywhere, Be bold.

Book iii. Canto xi. St. 54.

Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled,

On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.

Book iv. Canto ii. St. 32.

Who will not mercie unto others show,

How can he mercy ever hope to have?

Book vi. Canto i. St. 42.

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.
The Fate of the Butterfly. Line 209.

1 The dew of thy birth is of the womb of the morning. Psalm cx. 3.

I was promised on a time
To have reason for my rhyme;
From that time unto this season,

I received nor rhyme nor reason.

Lines on his promised Pension.1

For of the soul the body form doth take,
For soul is form, and doth the body make.
Hymn in Honour of Beauty. Line 132.

A sweet attractive kinde of grace,

A full assurance given by lookes,
Continuall comfort in a face

The lineaments of gospel-books.

Elegiac on a Friend's Passion for his Astrophill.2

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 ; To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne, To spend, to give, to want, to be undonne.

Mother Hubberd's Tale. Line 895.

1 This tradition is confirmed by an entry in Manningham's nearly contemporaneous Diary, May 4, 1602.

2 This piece was printed in The Phonix Nest, 4to, 1593, where it is anonymous. Todd has shown that it was written by Mathew Roydon.

SIR WALTER RALEIGH.

1552-1618.

If all the world and love were young;
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee, and be thy love.

The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd,

Silence in love bewrays more woe
Than words, though ne'er so witty;

A beggar that is dumb, you know,
May challenge double pity.

Passions are likened best to Floods and Streams.

Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay.

Verses to Edmund Spenser.

mightie Death! whom

O eloquent, just and none could advise, thou hast perswaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawne together all the farre stretchéd greatnesse, all the pride, crueltie and ambition of men, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hic jacet!

Historie of the World, Book v. Pt. 1, ad fin. Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall.1

1 Written in a glass window obvious to the Queen's eye; her Majesty, either espying or being shown it, did underwrite, "If thy heart fails thee, climb not at all.". Fuller's Worthies.

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