Roses red and violets blew, And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew. Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto vi. St. 6. Be bolde, Be bolde, and every where, 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. Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small. Book v. Canto ii. St. 43. Who will not mercie unto others show, Book vi. Canto i. St. 42. What more felicitie can fall to creature And to be lord of all the workes of Nature, I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; I received nor rhyme nor reason. Lines on his Promised Pension.1 For of the soule the bodie forme doth take; An Hymne in Honour of Beautie. Line 132. For all that faire is, is by nature good; 1 Fuller, Worthies of England. Line 139. 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; Mother Hubberds Tale. Line 895. SIR WALTER RALEIGH. 1552–1618. If all the world and love were young, The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd. Fain would I, but I dare not; I dare, and yet I may not; I may, although I care not, for pleasure when I play not. Fain Would I. Passions are likened best to floods and streams: 1 Altissima quæque flumina minimo sono labi. The Silent Lover. Quintus Curtius, vii. 4. 13. Silence in love bewrays more woe Go, Soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless arrant: The Silent Lover. Fear not to touch the best; Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay. The Lie. Verses to Edmund Spenser. Cowards [may] fear to die; but courage stout, Rather than live in snuff, will be put out. On the snuff of a candle the night before he died. - Raleigh's Even such is time, that takes in trust My God shall raise me up, I trust! Written the night before his death.Found in his Bible in the Gate-house at Westminster. If she seem not chaste to me, Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall.1 Poem. [History] hath triumphed over time, which besides it nothing but eternity hath triumphed over. Historie of the World. Preface. O eloquent, just and mightie Death! whom 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 stretched greatnesse, all the pride, crueltie and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hic jacet! Book v. Pt. 1, ad fin. GEORGE CHAPMAN. 1557-1634. None ever loved but at first sight they loved." Blind Beggar of Alexandria, ad fin. Young men think old men are fools; But old men know young men are fools.3 Al Fooles. (1605.) 1 Written in a glass window obvious to the Queen's eye. "Her Majesty, either espying or being shown it, did under-write, 'If thy heart fails thee, climb not at all.'" -Fuller, Worthies of England. 2 Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? Marlowe, Hero and Leander. 3 Quoted by Camden as a saying of one Dr. Metcalf. It is now in many people's mouths, and likely to pass into a proverb. — Ray's Proverbs, p. 145, ed. Bohn. SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. 1554-1586. Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge. Defence of Poesy. He cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney-corner. Ibid. Ibid. I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas, that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet. High erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy. Arcadia. Book i. They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts. Many-headed multitude.1 My dear, my better half. Ibid. Book ii. Book iii. Fool! said my muse to me, look in thy heart, and write.2 1 See Shakespeare, Coriolanus, Act ii. Sc. 3. Page 76. 2 Look, then, into thine heart, and write. Longfellow, Voices of the Night. Prelude. 8 Quoted by Shakespeare in Merry Wives of Windsor. 4 The allegorical poem of The Howlat was composed about the middle of the fifteenth century. Of the personal history of the author no kind of information has been discovered. Printed by the Bannatyne Club, 1823. |