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The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.

Sonnet Ixx.

My nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.

Sonnet cxi.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.

Sonnet cxvi.

That full star that ushers in the even.

Sonnet cxxxii.



EXCEPT wind stands as never it stood,

It is an ill wind turns none to good.*

Moral Reflections on the Wind.
At Christmas play, and make good cheer,
For Christmas comes but once a year.

Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Chap. xii.
Such mistress, such Nan,
Such master, such man.

Chap. xxxviii.

'Tis merry in hall,
When beards wag all.+

Chap. xlvi.

Look ere thou leap, see ere thou go.

Chap. Ivii.

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See Proverbs, page 389.
† Merry swithe it is in halle,
When the beards waveth alle.

ADAM DAVIE, 1312. Life of Alexander,


BISHOP STILL (JOHN). 1543-1607.


CANNOT eat but little meat,

My stomach is not good ; But sure I think that I can drink With him that wears a hood.

Gammer Gurton's Needle. Actii. Back and side go bare, go bare,

Both foot and hand go cold ;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,

Whether it be new or old.


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ever loved that loved not at first sight?*

Hero and Leander.
Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, and hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountains, yield.

The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topmast towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.
Her lips suck forth my soul! see where it flies.


* Quoted by SHAKSPERE. As you Like It.

Act ii. Sc. 5.




F all the world and love were young,

And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee, and be thy love.

The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd.
Silence in love bewrays more woe

Than words, though ne'er so witty ;
A beggar that is dumb, you know,

May challenge double pity.

The Silent Lover.

Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay.

Verses to Edmund Spenser.



Go, Soul, the body's guest,

Upon a thankless errand !
Fear not to touch the best :

The truth shall be thy warrant,
Go, since I needs must die,
And give the world the lie.

The Soul's Errand..

* Sylvester is now generally regarded as the author of 'The Soul's Errand,' long attributed to Raleigh.



RICHARD BARNFIELD. (Born circa 1570.)

As it fell upon a day,

In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade
Which a grove of myrtles made.

Address to the Nightingale.*


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WEARISOME condition of humanity!


Act v. Sc. 4. And out of mind as soon as out of sight.+

Sonnet lvi.


SIR HENRY WOTTON. 1568-1639.

How happy is he born or taught,

That serveth not another's will ;
Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill !

The Character of a Happy Life.

* This song, often attributed to Shakspere, is now confidently assigned to Barnfield; it is found in his collection of Poems in Divers Humours, published in 1598. † And when he is out of sight quickly also is he out of mind.

KEMPIS. Imitation of Christ. B. i. Ch. 23.

Lord of himself, though not of lands;
And having nothing, yet hath all.

The Character of a Happy Life.
You meaner beauties of the night,
That poorly satisfy our eyes
More by your number than your light !

To his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia. I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff.

Preface to the Elements of Architecture.*

DR. JOHN DONNE. 1573-1631.


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Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say her body thought.

Funeral Elogies on the l’rogress of the Soul. She and comparisons are odious.

Elegy 8. The Comparison.

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BEN JONSON. 1574-1637.
DRINK to me only with thine eyes, ,

And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.I

The Forest. To Cclia. Reliquiæ Wottonianæ. + Cf. Burton, Anatomy of Melancholy, Pt. iii. Sc. 3, Mem. Subs. 2. * Έμοι δε μόνοις πρόπινε τοις όμμασιν.

Ει δε βούλει, τοις χείλεσι προσφέρουσα, πλήρου φιλημάτων το έκπωμα, και Oűtws didov. PhilOSTRATUS. Letter xxiv.


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