600

Logau. — Benserade.- Uhland.

FRIEDRICH VON LOGAU. 1604 - 1655. Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they

grind exceeding small ;? Though with patience He stands waiting, with

exactness grinds He all. Retribution. From the Sinngedichte. Translated

by Longfellow.

ISAAC DE BENSERADE. 1612 – 1691.

In bed we laugh, in bed we cry,
And born in bed in bed we die ;
The near approach a bed may show
Of human bliss to human woe.

Translated by Samuel Johnson.

JOHN LOUIS UHLAND. 1787 – 1862.

Take, O boatman, thrice thy fee;
Take, - I give it willingly;
For, invisible to thee,
Spirits twain have cross'd with me.

(Translator unknown). The Passage. 1 'Ovè ver uwłot uhéovoL TÒ MENTÓv ühevpov, - Oracula Sibyllina, Lib. viii. L. 14.

'Ovè Otūv úhéovot júhol, ahéovoi de dentá. — Leutsch and Schneidewin. Corp. Param. Græc. Vol. i. p. 444. God's mill grinds slow but sure.

Herbert, Jacula Prudentum.

Junius, Aprilis, Septemq; Nouemq; tricenos,
Vnum plus reliqui, Februs tenet octo vicenos,
At si bissextus fuerit superadditur vnus.
William Harrison's Description of Britaine, pre-

fixed to Holinshed's Chronicles, 1577.

Thirty dayes hath Nouember,
Aprill, June, and September,
February hath xxviii alone,
And all the rest have xxxi.
Richard Grafton's Chronicles of England, 1590.

Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November,
February has twenty-eight alone,
All the rest have thirty-one;
Excepting leap year, that's the time
When February's days are twenty-nine.

The Return from Parnassus. London, 1606.

Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November,
All the rest have thirty-one
Excepting February alone :
Which hath but twenty-eight, in fine,
Till leap year gives it twenty-nine.

Common in the New England States.

Fourth, eleventh, ninth, and sixth,
Thirty days to each affix;
Every other thirty-one

Except the second month alone.
Common in Chester County, Pa., among the Friends.

He that had neyther been kithe nor kin
Might have seen a full fayre sight.

From Percy's Reliques. Guy of Gisborne.
Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone,
Wi' the auld moon in hir arme.

Sir Patrick Spens.! Weep no more, lady, weep no more,

Thy sorrow is in vain ;
For violets plucked the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow again.

The Friar of Orders Gray.
Every white will have its black,
And every sweet its sour.

Sir Carline.
We 'll shine in more substantial honours,
And to be noble we 'll be good.?

Winifreda (1726). And when with envy Time, transported,

Shall think to rob us of our joys,
You 'll in your girls again be courted,

And I'll go wooing in my boys. Ibid.
He that wold not when he might,
He shall not when he wolda.8

The Baffled Knight.
1 I saw the new moon, late yestreen,
Wi' the auld moon in her arm.

From The Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border. 2 Compare Tennyson, p. 579.

3 He that will not when he may,

When he will, he shall have nay. Heywood's Proverbs, 1546. Burton, Anat. of Me.

p. iii. Sec. 2. Mem. 5, Subs. 5.

Be the day short or never so long,
At length it ringeth to even song.

Quoted at the stake by George Tankerfield (1555).
Fox's Martyrs, vii. 346. Heywood's Proverbs.
The King of France went up the hill,

With twenty thousand men ;
The King of France came down the hill,

And ne'er went up again.
In a tract called Pigges Corantoe, or Newes from the

North. 4to, London, 1642, p. 3. This is called "Old Tarlton's Song." Nose, nose, nose, nose, And who gave thee that jolly red nose? Sinament and Ginger, Nutmegs and Cloves, And that gave me my jolly red nose. Ravenscroft's Deuteromela, Song No. 7. 1609. See

Beaumont and Fletcher, The Knight of the Burn.

ing Pestle, i. 3. Begone, dull Care, I prithee begone from me; Begone, dull Care, thou and I shall never agree.

Begone, old Care. From Playford's Musical Companion. 1687.

O Douglass ! Douglass !

Tender and True.
From The Howlate, by Sir Richard Holland.

Use three Physicians,
Still-first Dr. Quiet,
Next Dr. Mery-man

And Dr. Dyet.
From Regimen Sanitatis Salernitanum, ed. 1607.
I see the right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.

From the New England Primer.

In Adam's fall,
We sinned all.
My Book and Heart
Must never part.
Young Obadias,
David, Josias, –
All were pious.
Peter deny'd
His Lord, and cry'd.
Young Timothy
Learnt sin to fly.
Xerxes did die,
And so must I.
Zaccheus he
Did climb the tree

Our Lord to see.
Our days begin with trouble here,

Our life is but a span,
And cruel death is always near,

So frail a thing is man.
Now I lay me down to take my sleep, .
I pray the Lord my soul to keep ;
If I should die before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take. His wife, with nine small children and one at the breast, following him to the stake.

Martyrdom of Mr. John Rogers. Burnt at

Smithfield, Feb. 14, 1554.