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CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. 1565-1593.
WORKS (ED. Dyce, 1862). Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?!
Hero and Leander.
Come live with me, and be my love,
The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.
When all the world dissolves,
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
O, thou art fairer than the evening air,
I Quoted by Shakespeare in As You Like It.
Chapman, Blind Beggar of Alexandria, ad fin. Cut is the branch that might have grown full
straight, And burnèd is Apollo's laurel bough," That sometime grew within this learned man.
Faustus. Infinite riches in a little room.
The Jew of Malta. Act i. Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
Ibid. Acti. Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove ; that is, more knave than fool.
Ibid. Act ii. Love me little, love me long? Ibid. Activ.
RICHARD HOOKER. 1553-1600.
Of Law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world : all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power. Ecclesiastical Polity. Book i.
That to live by one man's will became the cause of all men's misery. Ibid. Book i. 10, withered is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen.
Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra, Act iv. Sc. 13. 2 Love me little, love me long.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.
THE TEMPEST. I would fain die a dry death. Act i. S:. I. In the dark backward and abysm of time.
Act i. Sc. 2. I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness, and the bettering of my mind.
Like one, Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory, · To credit his own lie.
My library Was dukedom large enough.
Ibid. From the still-vex'd Bermoothes.
Ibid. I will be correspondent to command, And do my spriting gently.
Ibid. Fill all thy bones with aches.
And then take hands :
Of his bones are coral made ;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
1 'spiriting,' Cambridge ed.
The Tempest continued.]
Act i. Sc. 2.
Act iii. Sc. 1. He that dies, pays all debts. Act iii. Sc. 2.
A kind Of excellent dumb discourse. Act iii. Sc. 3. Deeper than e'er plummet sounded. Ibid. Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air : And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Act iv. Sc. I. With foreheads villanous low.
(The Tempest continued. Deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Act v. Sc. I.
THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
Act i. Sc. I. I have no other but a woman's reason ; I think him so, because I think him so.
Act i. Sc. 2. O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day!
Act i. Sc. 3. And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Act ii, Sc. 4. He makes sweet music with th' enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage. Act ii. Sc. 7. That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Act iii. Sc. 1. Except I be by Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale. Ibid. A man I am, cross'd with adversity.
Act iv. Sc. I. Is she not passing fair?
Act iv, Sc. 4.1 How use doth breed a habit in a man !
Act v. Sc. 4. 1 Act iv. Sc. 2, Dyce.