Still to be neat, still to be drest The Silent Woman. Acti. Sc. 1. Give me a look, give me a face, In small proportion we just beauties see, Ibid. Good Life, Long Life. Underneath this stone doth lie Epitaph on Elizabeth. Underneath this sable hearse Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke. Soul of the age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! A little further, to make thee a room. To the Memory of Shakspere. * Cf. BASSE, p. 151. He was not of an age, but for all time. Ibid. Sweet swan of Avon ! Ibid. Get money; still get money, boy; No matter by what means.* Every Man in his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 3. FRANCIS BEAUMONT. 1585-1616. 7HAT things have we seen WHA Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtile flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life. Letter to Ben Jonson. Ο JOHN FLETCHER. 1576-1625. UR acts our angels are, or good or ill, Upon an Honest Man's Fortune. Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace; POPE. Horace, Ep. 1. Book 1. IN part to blame is she, Which hath without consent bin only tride : He comes to neere that comes to be denide.* 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. Ibid. Book ii. 10. GEORGE HERBERT. 1593-1632. WEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, SWE The bridal of the earth and sky. * Shall I like a hermit dwell To bestow it where I may Meet a rival every day? If she undervalue me What care I how fair she be? Virtue. Attributed to Sir Walter Raleigh. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives. Like summer friends, Flies of estate and sunshine. A servant with this clause Virtue. Ibid. The Answer. Makes drudgery divine; Who sweeps a room as for thy laws Makes that and the action fine. A verse may find him who a sermon flies, The Elixir. The Church Porch. Dare to be true, nothing can need a lie; A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.* Ibid. The worst speak something good; if all want sense, God takes a text, and preacheth Pa-ti-ence. Ibid. Bibles laid open, millions of surprises. Man is one world, and hath Another to attend him. Sin. Man. If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to my breast. *And he that does one fault at first, The Pulley. WATTS. Against Lying. |