Back and side-go bare, go bare, But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, Whether it be new or old. A sweet attractive kinde of grace, The lineaments of Gospell bookes. An Elegie; or Friend's Passion for his Astrophill.1 Was never eie did see that face, Was never eare did heare that tong, Was never minde did minde his grace, That ever thought the travell long; But eies and eares and ev'ry thought Were with his sweete perfections caught. Ibid. 1 This piece (ascribed to Spenser) was printed in The Phonix' Nest, 4to, 1593, where it is anonymous Todd has shown that it was written by Mathew Roydon. SIR EDWARD COKE. 1549-1634. The gladsome light of jurisprudence. First Institute. Reason is the life of the law; nay, the common law itself is nothing else but reason. . . The law, which is perfection of reason.1 Ibid. For a man's house is his castle, et domus sua cuique tutissimum refugium.2 Third Institute. Page 162. The house of every one is to him as his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and vio lence as for his repose. Semayne's Case, 5 Rep. 91. They (corporations) cannot commit treason, nor be outlawed nor excommunicate, for they have no souls. Case of Sutton's Hospital, 10 Rep. 32. Six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six, GEORGE PEELE. 1552-1598. His golden locks time hath to silver turned; 1 Let us consider the reason of the case. For nothing is law that is not SIR JOHN POWELL: Coggs vs. Bernard, 2 Ld. Raym. Rep. p. 911. reason. 2 Pandects, lib. ii. tit. iv. De in Jus vocando. 8 Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven ; Sir WILLIAM JONES. His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, My merry, merry, merry roundelay Concludes with Cupid's curse: They that do change old love for new, Cupid's Curse. SIR WALTER RALEIGH. 1552-1618. If all the world and love were young, The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd. Fain would I, but I dare not; I dare, and yet I may not; I may, although I care not, for pleasure when I play not. Fain Would I Passions are likened best to floods and streams : The Silent Lover. Silence in love bewrays more woe Go, Soul, the body's guest, Fear not to touch the best, The truth shall be thy warrant : Ibid The Lie. 1 Altissima quæque flumina minimo sono labi (The deepest rivers flow with the least sound). —Q. CURTIUS, vii. 4. 13. Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. - SHAKESPEARE: 2 Henry VI. act iii. sc. i. Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay.1 Verses to Edmund Spenser. Cowards [may] fear to die; but courage stout, On the snuff of a candle the night before he died. -- Raleigh's Even such is time, that takes in trust But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust! Written the night before his death. — Found in his What care I how chaste she be? Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall.3 Ibid. [History] hath triumphed over time, which besides it nothing but eternity hath triumphed over. Historie of the World. Preface. O eloquent, just, and mightie Death! whom none could advise, thou hast perswaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, 1 Methought I saw my late espoused saint. Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne. 2 If she be not so to me, -MILTON: Sonnet xxiii. - WORDSWORTH: Sonnet. What care I how fair she be? GEORGE WITHER: The Shepherd's Resolution. "Her Majesty, 8 Written in a glass window obvious to the Queen's eye. either espying or being shown it, did under-write, If thy heart fails thee, climb not at all.'"- FULLER: Worthies of England, vol. i. p. 419. thou only hast cast out of the world and despised. Thou hast drawne together all the farre stretched greatnesse, all the pride, crueltie, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hic jacet! Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread! Her angels face, As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, Ay me, how many perils doe enfold The righteous man, to make him daily fall! As when in Cymbrian plaine St. 9. St.35. St. 37. Canto iii. St. 4. Canto viii. St. 1. An heard of bulles, whom kindly rage doth sting, 1 And moralized his song. St. 11. St. 40. POPE: Epistle to Arbuthnot. Line 340. 2 This bold bad man. - - SHAKESPEARE: Henry VIII. act i. sc. 2. MASSINGER: A New Way to Pay Old Debts, act iv. sc. 2. 8 Ay me! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron! BUTLER: Hudibras, part i. canto iii. line 1. 4 "Milky Mothers," POPE: The Dunciad, book ii. line 247. - The Monastery, chap. xxviii. SCOTT: |