And he that will to bed go sober, Falls with the leaf still in October.1 Rollo, Duke of Normandy. Act ii. Sc. 2. Three merry boys, and three merry boys, As ever did sing in a hempen string Under the gallows-tree. Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 2. Hence, all you vain delights, Wherein you spend your folly! O sweetest Melancholy! The Nice Valour. Act iii. Sc. 3. Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves! Ibid. I The following well-known catch, or glee, is formed on this song: He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober, But he who goes to bed, and goes to bed mellow, 2 See Peele's The Old Wives Tale, 1595; "Three merry men be we," quoted in Westward Hoe, by Dekker and Webster, 1607. 156 Fletcher. Beaumont.— Browne. Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.1 The Queen of Corinth. Act iii. Sc. 2. FRANCIS BEAUMONT. 1586-1616. What things have we seen 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. WILLIAM BROWNE. 1590-1645. Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span. Britannia's Pastorals. Book i. Song 2. Did therewith bury in oblivion. 8 2 Well-languaged Danyel. 1 Weep no more, lady, weep no more, Thy sorrow is in vain ; For violets plucked the sweetest showers Ibid. Ibid. Percy's Reliques, The Friar of Orders Gray. "See Bacon, The World. 3 Buried in oblivion.- Sidney's Discourses concerning Government, Vol. ii. Ch. iii. Sec. 30. Beaumont and Fletcher. 157 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. A soul as white as heaven. The Maid's Tragedy. Act iv. Sc. 1. There is a method in man's wickedness, It grows up by degrees.1 A King and no King. Act v. Sc. 4. Calamity is man's true touchstone.2 Four Plays in One. The Triumph of Honour. Sc. 1. The fit 's upon me now! Wit without Money. Act v. Sc. 4. Of all the paths lead to a woman's love Pity 's the straightest.3 The Knight of Malta. Acti. Sc. 1. What's one man's poison, signor, Is another's meat or drink. Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 2. 1 Nemo repente fuit turpissimus. —Juvenal, ii. 83. 2 Ignis aurum probat, miseria fortes viros. - Seneca, Oli. That's a degree to love. Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, Act iii. Sc. 1. Pity swells the tide of love. Young, Night Thoughts, iii. 104. Pity 's akin to love. Southerne, Oroonoka, Act ii. Sc. 1. 158 Beaumont and Fletcher.-Carew. Nothing can cover his high fame, but Heaven ; But the eternal substance of his greatness; The False One. Act ii. Sc. 1. Primrose, first-born child of Ver, The Two Noble Kinsmen. Acti. Sc. 1. O great corrector of enormous times, Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood The earth when it is sick, and curest the world O' the plurisy of people. Ibid. Act v. Sc. I. THOMAS CAREW. 1589- 1639. He that loves a rosy cheek, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Disdain Returned. Then fly betimes, for only they Conquest by Flight. On the Duke of Buckingham. An untimely grave.1 The magic of a face. Epitaph on the Lady S. 1 Untimely grave. -Tate and Brady, Psalm vii. GEORGE WITHER. 1588-1667. Die because a woman 's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care, Or the flow'ry meads in May, If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she be?1 The Shepherd's Resolution. Jack shall pipe, and Gill shall dance. Poem on Christmas. Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat, Ibid. The Shepherd's Hunting. New Lords may give us new laws. Ibid. Contented Man's Morrice. THOMAS HOBBES. 1588-1679. For words are wise men's counters, they do but reckon by them; but they are the money of fools. The Leviathan. Parti. Ch. 4. And the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. 1 If she undervalue me, What care I how fair she be. Ibid. Ch. 13. Raleigh, according to Oldys. |