[Gammer Gurton's Needle continued. 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. Act ii. SIR EDWARD COKE. 1549-1634. The gladsome light of jurisprudence. First Institute. Reason is the life of the law; nay, the common law itself is nothing else but reason. The law, which is perfection of reason. Isid. For a man's house is his castle, et domus sua cuique tutissimum refugium.* Third Institute. Page 162. The house of every one is to him as his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence, as for his repose. Semayne's Case, 5 Rep. 91. They (corporations) cannot commit treason, nor be outlawed nor excommunicate, for they have no souls. Case of Sutton's Hospital, 10 Rep. 32. Six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six, Four spend in prayer, the rest on nature fix. Translation of lines quoted by Coke. 1 Let us consider the reason of the case. For nothing is law that is not reason.— Sir John Powell, Coggs vs. Bernard, 2 Ld. Raym. 911. 2 From the Pandects, Lib. ii. tit. iv. De in Jus vocando. MIGUEL DE CERVANTES. 1547-1616. Too much of a good thing. Don Quixote. Parti. Book i. Ch. 6.1 He had a face like a benediction. Ibid. Book ii. Ch. 4. Ibid. Book iii. Ch. 7. I tell thee, that is Mambrino's helmet. The more thou stir it the worse it will be. Ibid. Book iii. Ch. 8. Every one is the son of his own works. Ibid. Book iv. Ch. 20. I would do what I pleased, and doing what I pleased, I should have my will, and having my will, I should be contented; and when one is contented, there is no more to be desired; and when there is no more to be desired, there is an end of it. Ibid. Ch. 23. Every one is as God has made him, and oftentimes a great deal worse. Part ii. Book i. Ch. 4.2 [Don Quixote continued. Sit thee down, chaff-threshing churl; for, let me sit where I will, that is the upper end to thee.1 Ibid. Ch. 14.2 Blessings on him who invented sleep, the mantle that covers all human thoughts, the food that appeases hunger, the drink that quenches thirst, the fire that warms cold, the cold that moderates heat, and, lastly, the general coin that purchases all things, the balance and weight that equals the shepherd with the king, and the simple with the wise. Part ii. Book iv. Ch. 16.3 The painter Orbaneja of Ubeda - if he chanced to draw a cock, he wrote under it, This is a cock, lest the people should take it for a fox. Ibid. Book iv. Ch. 19.4 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." Ibid. 1 This is generally placed in the mouth of Macgregor, "Where Macgregor sits, there is the head of the table." Emerson quotes it, in his American Scholar, as the saying of Macdonald, and Theodore Parker as the saying of the Highlander. 2Ed. Lockhart. Part ii. Ch. 31. 3 Ch. 68. 4 Ch. 71. 5 His heart was one of those which most enamour us, Wax to receive, and marble to retain. Byron, Beppo, St. 34. 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. 3 Booki. Canto viii. St. 1. 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. 1 Moralized my song. Book i. Canto ix. St. 35. Pope, Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Line 340. 2 This bold bad man. -Shakespeare, Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 2. Massinger, A New Way to Pay Old Debts, The man that meddles with cold iron. Butler's Hudibras, Part i. Canto iii. Line 1. [Faerie Queene continued. 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 al arownd. Book ii. Canto vi. St. 12. And is there care in Heaven? And is there love In heavenly spirits to these Creatures bace? Book ii. Canto viii. St. 1. How oft do they their silver bowers leave Book ii. Canto viii. St. 2. Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound. Book ii. Canto xii. St. 70. Through thick and thin,' both over bank and bush, In hope her to attain by hook or crook. Book iii. Canto i. St. 17. Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew,2 And her conception of the joyous prime. Book iii. Canto vi. St. 3. Book iii. Canto xi. St. 54. Be bolde, Be bolde, and everywhere, Be bold. 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. 1 See Proverbial Expressions. The dew of thy birth is of the womb of the morning. Common Prayer, Psalm cx. 3. |