When Brasse and Marble fade, shall make thee looke Fresh to all Ages. Into the night new constellations spring, The world with long, sweet Alpine echoes thrilled C. P. CRANCH-Shakespeare. 22 But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he. DRYDEN-The Tempest. Prologue. 23 The passages of Shakespeare that we most Commendatory Verses prefixed to the folio of prize were never quoted until within this cen 13 SHAKESPEARE. (1623) This was Shakespeare's form; Who walked in every path of human life, tury. EMERSON-Letters and Social Aims. Quotation and Originality. 24 Nor sequent centuries could hit 1 What point of morals, of manners, of economy, of philosophy, of religion, of taste, of the conduct of life, has he not settled? What mystery has he not signified his knowledge of? What office, or function, or district of man's work, has he not remembered? What king has he not taught state, as Talma taught Napoleon? What maiden has not found him finer than her delicacy? What lover has be not outloved? What sage has he not outseen? What gentleman has he not instructed in the rudeness of his behavior? EMERSON Representative Men. Shakespeare. 1 Few of the university pen plaies well, they smell too much of that writer Ovid and that writer Metamorphosis and talk too much of Proserpina and Jupiter. Why, here's our fellow Shakespeare puts them all down. Aye, and Ben Jonson too. O that B. J. is a pestilent fellow, he brought up Horace giving the poets a pill, but our fellow, Shakespeare, hath given him a purge that made him beray his credit. The Return from Parnassus; or, the Scourge of Simony. Act IV. Sc. 3. I'll seek a four-leaved shamrock in all the fairy dells, And if I find the charmèd leaves, oh, how I'll weave my spells! SAMUEL LOVER-The Four-Leaved Shamrock. 21 O, the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock! Chosen leaf Of Bard and Chief, Old Erin's native Shamrock. MOORE Oh, the Shamrock. 22 SHEEP A black sheep is a biting beast. BASTARD'S CHRESTOLEROS. P. 90. (1598) 23 She walks the lady of my delight A sheperdess of sheep. Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white; She feeds them on the fragrant height, ALICE MEYNELL-The Lady of the Lambs. |