Still to be neat, still to be drest
As you were going to a feast.

The Silent Woman. Acti. Sc. 1.

Give me a look, give me a face,
That makes simplicity a grace.
Robes loosely flowing, hair as free;
Such sweet neglect more taketh me,
Than all th' adulteries of art;

They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.

In small proportion we just beauties see,
And in short measures life may perfect be.

Ibid.

Good Life, Long Life.

Underneath this stone doth lie
As much beauty as could die;
Which in life did harbour give
To more virtue than doth live.

Epitaph on Elizabeth.

Underneath this sable hearse
Lies the subject of all verse,
Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother.
Death! ere thou hast slain another,
Learn'd and fair and good as she,
Time shall throw a dart at thee.

Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke.
Soul of the age!

The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage!
My Shakspere rise! I will not lodge thee by
Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie

A little further, to make thee a room.*

To the Memory of Shakspere.

* Cf. BASSE, p. 151.

BEAUMONT-FLETCHER.

Small Latin, and less Greek.

119

To the Memory of Shakspere.

He was not of an age, but for all time.

Sweet swan of Avon !

Ibid.

Ibid.

Get money; still get money, boy;

No matter by what means.*

Every Man in his Humour. Act . Sc. 3.

FRANCIS BEAUMONT. 1585-1616.

HAT 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.

JOHN FLETCHER. 1576-1625.

OUR acts our angels are, or good or ill,

Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

·

Upon an Honest Man's Fortune.

Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace;

If not, by any means get wealth and place.

POPE. Horace, Ep. 1. Book 1.

Which hath without consent bin only tride: He comes to ncere that comes to be denide.*

A Wife. St. 36.

GEORGE WITHER. 1588-1667.

SHALL I, wasting in despair,

Die because a woman's fair?

Or make pale my cheeks with care,
'Cause another's rosy are?

Cf. MONTAGUE, page 202.

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.

Sw

GEORGE HERBERT. 1593-1632.

WEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky.

* Shall I like a hermit dwell
On a rock or in a cell,
Calling home the smallest part
That is missing of my heart,

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,
And turn delight into a sacrifice.

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.

Sin.

Man is one world, and hath

Another to attend him.

If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May toss him to my breast.

And he that does one fault at first,
And lies to hide it, makes it two.

Man.

The Pulley.

WATTS. Against Lying.