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, 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, But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, 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. As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, 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, 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 1 The dew of thy birth is of the womb of the morning. Psalm cx. 3. I was promised on a time I received nor rhyme nor reason. Lines on his promised Pension.1 For of the soul the body form doth take, A sweet attractive kinde of grace, A full assurance given by lookes, The lineaments of gospel-books. Elegiac on a Friend's Passion for his Astrophill.2 Full little knowest thou that hast not tride, To loose good dayes that might be better spent, 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; The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd, Silence in love bewrays more woe A beggar that is dumb, you know, 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. |